<Stiles' POV>

Scott leans over me and yanks the knife out from my chest. His hands cover the gash and his tears soak my shirt. The look of fear playing across his face is not being hidden at all. He mumbles things under his breath like, "your fine," or, "it'll be okay." Lydia slowly kneels beside me. Her whole body looks to be in total shock.

I hear Kira dial three numbers on her cellphone. Must be calling an ambulance.

Allison sits and puts my head in her lap and smiles weakly. Blood drips from her cheek where Malia cut her. It just mixes with her tears, making them a blush pink. I wonder what it's like for her to feel what we felt when she died.

Isaac walks slowly over to me and sits beside Lydia. "I called an ambulance!" Kira yells as she runs over to us. "Is he okay?" She asks worriedly. Before anyone else says anything I speak.

"I'm fine," I say in a whisper. Malia sprints to my side. Everyone just surrounds me waiting. We are all in peace of each other's comfort until something ticks Allison off. Malia brushes my hair back like she has known me forever. Lydia flinches and Allison looks at Malia disapprovingly as my head lies in her lap. Malia just keeps looking down at me.

"What the hell are you doing?" Allison asks angrily. Malia looks up at her.

"What I can't like him?" She snarls.

"He's taken," Allison growls. Lydia takes my hand and squeezes.

"So what? Feelings change," Malia says. Allison slaps Malia and Lydia squeals.

"Ali stop, just let her do her, we are just waiting for the ambulance," Lydia pleads. Allison glares at Malia but then continues smiling down at me. I smile at her weakly then look to Scott who is still covering the gash in my chest. His other hand is holding my wrist. His veins turn a dark black that stream up his arm and neck.

"Scott buddy, you can take your hands away, they can't absorb the blood and it doesn't hurt that much," I choke out, smiling the tiniest bit as pain radiates through my body. He cautiously takes his hands away as they shake, now covered in dark crimson blood. Isaac takes off his scarf and covers the gash with it. "So that's why you wear the scarves even though it's sixty five degrees out," I say smiling. Isaac smirks.

"Ya sure Stilinski." I laugh a little bit I just end up coughing up blood. For a second I think I will choke on my own blood and die before the ambulance gets here. I'm sure I will die before I get to say my last words to my best friends and Malia. I feel it run down my chin. The blood with a disgusting amount of viscosity. Now Lydia starts to cry harder and grips my hand tighter.

"Kira did 911 say how long it would be?" Allison asks worriedly. I look up at her.

"I don't think it's going to come fast enough guys," I say negatively. Everyone puts their heads down.

"Don't say that, you'll be fine," Scott reassures me with tears streaming down his face.

"I'm not like you Scott, I can't heal magically, and I may not make it so I wanna say what I have to say... just in case," I say with my breath hitching. Lydia takes our clasped hands and brings them to her mouth. She kisses mine gently. I use all my strength to stroke her cheek. She smiles sadly as her eyes close slowly. She takes in a deep breath like she is breathing me in. "We've done a lot for Beacon Hills guys, we really have, I'm proud of us. I don't wanna sound cliche but I'm going to have to go through all of you. Isaac try not to be an asshole. Take care of em Lahey," he smiles and nods, "good luck with your mom Kira, and thanks for helping us bring Ali back and on that note thanks for helping us bring me back, it wasn't your job but you did it anyway," she forces a weak smile and brushes her hair behind her ears shyly. Allison shoots her a smile. "Allison, don't let Scott go crazy okay, I trust you with him okay, love you Allison," I say. It may sound weird but in some twisted way I know I love Allison. It's Allison, how can you not? Besides she saved Scott in ways I couldn't. Allison shoots me a small smile. "Lydia, I wish we could've happened sooner," Lydia cries harder, "just know I love you, your a good person Lydia, and so smart, don't pretend to be someone that you're not, I love all five foot three of you, every god damn strawberry blonde curl, I love your bright green eyes and beautiful brain full of stuff I won't ever understand, I love you Lydia." Lydia bursts out in crazy sobs. I squeeze her hand. She lays her head on my chest where blood hasn't soaked into my shirt. Lydia is careful not to put to much pressure on me. I look to Scott. "I don't have anything to say to you brother because you already know everything I could say, like how far we've come, how proud I am of you, and how much I hope you'll be happy even if I die. So all I am going to say is we've done good," I say with tears slipping down my cheeks.

"Well," Scott says. I smirk. "We've done well." We all begin to laugh. In fact everyone else besides me, and Malia since she doesn't really get the joke, is laughing so hard I'm not even sure they notice me slowly begin to cough quietly. Since Lydia lifted her head from my chest I grab where my heart is and try to breathe. Suddenly my breath slips and I can't see any of them anymore.

<Scott's POV>

Finally the laughter dies down. Lydia is the first to notice. "Stiles?" She whispers. I look down to my best friend and listen for a heart beat. It's slow. To slow, but it's there.

"He's alive, but just barely," I say nervously.

"I hear sirens!" Isaac yells happily. I pick Stiles up and run down the hotel hallways and outside where an ambulance is waiting. On the way through the hotel there are groups of people looking around to see the damage from the bomb. They won't understand though.

Doctors quickly take him from my arms and put him on a gurney. They strap an oxygen mask to his face and slam the doors of the ambulance shut. I find my bike and hop on it. After the bike hums to life I ride off after the ambulance praying to God that Stiles lives.

It echoes in my head. Just his name over and over. If Stiles dies I don't know what I will do. We could always try and bring him back like we did to Allison but we got lucky with her. It doesn't always work.

I can't lose my best friend. We have always been a pair and without Stiles, it's just me. Of course I have Allison, Lydia, Isaac, and Kira but even they may not understand. Stiles doesn't only know all my stories, he has lived them with me. He is the little boy that ran from his home and through my window to make sure I was okay when my dad left. Stiles was the one that made sure I was always okay even when he has just lost his mom. He is the one that supported me when I was first bit. The one who just wanted to help.

What if he dies and then he and Lydia never have a future. They never get married so I am never his best man. I'm never the uncle to their children. I don't get to drink beer with him on a porch as Allison, Lydia, and Kira cook in the kitchen. He wouldn't even have graduated high school. And I don't know if I can tell his dad that Stiles died. I don't think I'd be physically able to do something like that. To watch as Stiles' dad is slowly driven mad by the loss of his son.

I hear the roar of a motor behind me and look back for a split second to see a blue jeep. It gets close enough so I can see a determined Lydia driving the vehicle. Her knuckles white against the steering wheel. The eyes that are usually glowing green are dark. Her ego completely destroyed. Allison is in the from seat with the other three in the back.

After quite awhile of driving we pull into a hospital and then wait as the doctors assess Stiles. As we sit there we all keep busy by planning. "Isaac is there anything you can tell us?" Allison asks hopefully.

"She is violent, as you can see from my face, she doesn't kid around-"

"Why don't you tell us what she calls herself," Lydia suggests.

"The desert wolf, and like I was saying she is ruthless and wants to kill Malia and Peter desperately, but that's not it," Isaac pauses. I widen my eyes.

"What else Isaac?" I ask nervously.

"As you may have noticed, she wants Lydia and Derek dead as well, that's why she tried to kill Lydia back at the hotel," Isaac explains. Lydia's face stays emotionless. Like she isn't effected by the sudden information. Allison has quite the opposite reaction.

"Alright well why the hell does she wanna kill my best friend?" She asks red faced. I take her hand to try and calm her down. It partially works.

"I don't know, that's the part that doesn't fit, I guess that for some reason she wants her child and the father of her child dead for some twisted reason but what does that have to do with Lydia and Derek?" Isaac asks rhetorically. Lydia's face darkens.

"Stiles would know." We all become quiet. If Stiles dies we may never figure this out.

"Okay so how do we get Derek and possibly Peter without getting killed?" Kira asks. I breathe out heavily.

"That's going to be tricky. My question is, do we kill the bitch?" Malia asks. Allison shoots her a glare.

"You are not involved and if I had the main vote I already would have given you to your dear mama," Allison snarls. Malia growls under her breath.

"I say kill the bitch," Lydia says. Isaac raises his eyebrows at Lydia, clearly as surprised as the rest of us.

"Lydia maybe we should talk about it a little before w-" Lydia shoots me an icy glare.

"There is nothing to discuss she wants me and Derek dead and she could of possibly just killed the ONE GUY THAT HAS EVER TREATED ME RIGHT, SO YA, I WANT THE WERE BITCH DEAD!" Lydia ends up shouting. When she stops screaming she drops her head in her hands. I hear her begin to cry. My heart aches for her. Allison helps Lydia up from her chair and she walks her away from the rest of us. Malia rolls her eyes.

"So what do we do?"

<Allison's POV>

I take Lydia on a walk around the hospital to get her mind off of Stiles. Or maybe I needed to get my mind off of Stiles. All I could keep thinking is that Stiles may die just as I have. The darkness around my heart is literally torturing me. All I want to do is slam my head against a wall until there is a giant hole in the sheetrock. I didn't wanna say anything to anyone but I'm seeing stuff. Not just my dead aunt but every hallucination possible. My mom telling me I let Stiles die. My father telling me my mother is dead. Even strangers are talking to me, but part of the time I don't know if the hallucinations are real or not.

I try desperately to ignore it and just hold Lydia's hand as we walk to a small garden to the side of the hospital that smells of tragedy. We sit down on a small stone bench and are only silent for a few moments. "Maybe it'll be a good thing if Stiles dies," Lydia mumbles shamefully. I look at her surprised.

"What do you mean?" I ask. Lydia sighs.

"Then he would be away from all our troubles, he could be peaceful," Lydia says with her eyes closed lightly. I rub my thumb against the back of her hand.

"Do you want to know what heaven looks like?" I ask. Lydia opens her eyes and looks at me. She nods slowly. I smile and let my hair that stretches just past my shoulders fall over my face a bit. "Well, it's not angels everywhere, but it is peaceful and I did meet a few people," I say. Lydia looks at me intently.

"Who?" She asks eagerly. A small smile forms on my face.

"Stiles mother," I whisper. Lydia mumbles Claudia under her breath. I nod. "I was sitting in pretty much the middle of nowhere and if you hope hard enough you can see images of your loved ones in her head, so I did watch over you guys, but anyways someone tapped on my shoulder. When I looked up a woman with dark brown hair and eyes like Stiles stared down at me. I suspected it was her but I didn't have any proof. So anyways she said I look familiar and I said she looks like a friend of mine." I imagine what happened as I speak.

"You look familiar," she said. I played with they hem of my dress that is still stained with blood and tears.

"You look like a friend of mine," I whisper, still quite scared of everything. "So why do I look familiar to you?" I ask sweetly. She smiles.

"I watch over my son a lot, maybe you've showed up once or twice," she suggested. I hold out my hand.

"Well anyways, my name is Allison, Allison Argent, maybe you've met my mo-"

"That's it! You're Allison! That nice girl that is so nice my my son and his best friend!" She shouts happily. Now I know who she is and who she is talking about. Scott and Stiles come to my mind and just their faces make me smile.

"Scott and Stiles," I whisper with their images still in my mind. The woman nods.

"Yes I'm Claudia, Stiles mother," she says.

"Trust me I'm very familiar with you, how are you?" I ask, "oh that was a stupid question," I say laughing. We both laugh a little and then Claudia takes my hand.

"Come Allison I want to show you something," Claudia says. I smiles and follow Stiles mother. She leads me into a blinding white light that nearly blinds me. I close my eyes but when I open then again I'm not in that white room anymore. I'm in my house, in my room. Tears form in my eyes as I look around. Stiles holding Lydia with makeup making black lines down her face. Stiles eventually just makes her lay down on my bed with him holding her as she cries louder than ever before. Scott is sitting in my desk chair with our ice rink photo in his grasp. Isaac lays tired on the foot of my bed. I hear my dad walk up from the basement stairs. He walks into his room and sits silently on his bed. He doesn't cry at first but eventually he lets it all out and I ask Claudia to take me back to the white room. She smiles sympathetically and then we appear back there I sit on the ground and just cry.

When I finish my story Lydia has tears in her eyes. "You were with us?" I nod.

"I mostly wanted to tell you that so if Stiles does die and we can't bring him back I want you to know that he is there or he is watching over us with his mom, and that he is in peace," I explain. Lydia begins to cry and lays her head in my shoulder. A doctor approaches us but Lydia doesn't move.

"Your here with Mr. Stilinksi?" I nod.

"He just passed away and a Mr. Scott McCall requests a Miss. Allison Argent leaves," the doctor says. I look at him surprised.

"What?" I ask confused.

"Oh don't act so surprised Allison, we all know it was your fault," my dad says. My mother appears by his side.

"Look at you, so weak and confused," she snarls.

"What is going on?!" I scream. So many people I know start appearing.

"Allison!" I hear someone shout. I look left and see Kate with a knife. "C'mon Allison let's kill em all!" I cover my mouth in surprise. Malia shows up and slides her hand down my jawline in a gruesome parody of lovers caress. Then she punches my directly in the eye. I yell out in pain. Looking to my right I see Scott pressing Kira against the wall of the hospital making out. My heart breaks and I look forward again to escape the sight. Unfortunately what I see is worse. A bloody Stiles throwing bottles at Lydia. They hit her one by one. Each glass shard slicing her pale skin.

"Stiles don't!" I scream. He whips his head to me and smirks. This isn't Stiles though. It's the Nogitsune and the Oni are trailing behind him. The begin to run towards me with their swords ready. Trying desperately to escape death I begin to sprint into the hospital. Then everything goes black. I cherish the few moments of peace I have before I hear someone scream.

"Allison!" I open my eyes and turn around to see Scott a few yards away. My hair whips around in my face. I look around and see we are on a roof. My eyes search my surroundings frantically. I'm on the edge of the hospital roof.

"Scott is that actually you?" I ask. He looks at me confused and takes a small step towards me.

"Of course it is, Allison, what are you doing?" He asks over the strong wind. I shake my head.

"I- I don't know, Stiles is dead and I-"

"Allison, Stiles isn't dead!" Scott tells over the loud wind. What? But the doctor said he was dead. It must of been one of my hallucinations.

"Scott, I can't do this anymore!" I scream. "I don't know if anything is real and I've come back from the dead twice! Help me!" I scream. Scott begins to cry and starts walking towards me.

"Allison," he says. I barely hear him over the wind. I reach out for his hand and just when he is about to take it something knocks into me and I am thrown off the roof. The air whizzes through my ears making distorted whistling sounds. My hair circles my face and I watch myself fall in slow motion. Scott reaches down for me and then is pulled back by something. It's ironic but I almost feel peaceful. Like a baby bird finally flying. I know the ground is getting closer and me third death is approaching. My body will be so broken I won't be able to come back. There wouldn't be much of a body left.

My peace is ruined when I hear glass shatter. A force hits me full on. I notice the force to be a person, specifically Isaac. He wraps his body around me so he is under me. Next thing I know we slam down into a car as its alarm is set off. The sound of bone against crunching metal fills my ears. None of me touches the car but Isaac got the full impact. I turn over so I am leaning over his chest. He lies there barely alive but breathing slowly. "Isaac," I whisper. I hear the clicking of shoes and see Kira rushing over to us. "Issac!" I yell louder. Kira make sit to our side. She helps me off the top of the car and then together we pull Isaac off the car. Good thing we're already at a hospital. Lydia comes sprinting out in her heels.

"Allison!" She screams in fear. Scott trails behind her. Lydia clings onto my body. "I thought we lost you!" She yells while tears stream down her cheeks. We hold onto each other as Kira and Scott tend to Isaac. Scott pushes on Isaac's chest with full force. After a while I realize what we should be doing. And I don't mean find one of the dozens of doctors in the building right next to us.

"Scott, that's not how you wake a wolf from your pack," I tell him. Scott looks at me and then flashes his red eyes. Kira jumps away from the body and clings onto me like Lydia. I hold my two friends close. With a deep throaty growl Scott howls in Isaac's face. Isaac's eyelids fly open swiftly and his eyes flash a golden yellow. He roars along with Scott until he is fully conscious. With his head back on the ground Isaac lets out a breath. I leave Kira and Lydia to cling to each other. Kneeling next to Scott, I lean over Isaac.

"Thank you," I whisper before kissing his cheek. He smiles and keeps breathing struggled breaths. Scott takes Isaac's arm and squeezes.

"I owe you man, a lot," he says sternly. Isaac smiles his famous smirk.

"Eh jumping out of a five story window isn't such a big deal," he says while laughing the slightest bit. We laugh with him until Lydia speaks up.

"Guys, did all of you just leave Stiles with Malia, the one controlled by the Desert Wolf?" Lydia asks rhetorically. Scott eyes turn dark.

"That's who pushed you off the roof," Scott growls before sprinting away. He doesn't give us a second to say anything. Lydia is the first one to run after him. Kira and I help Isaac up and then we run after the other two. We sprint into the hospital all at once just praying that Stiles is okay.

After minutes of heavy breathing and sprint as fast as my aching body can, we enter a room with a shocking scene.

A/N MWAHAHAHAHAHA

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