My Love for Derek Hale *Discontinued*

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During the bus ride, I sleep in Scott's arms:

I'm in the loft. It's empty and Derek isn't there. I turn and look back to see Derek sleeping in his bed. His wounds are healed but he isn't alone. There is a brunnete next to him. I feel my hair and know it I not me. I look closer and gasp. 'Ms. Blake.'

I start to back up and shake my head. 'This isn't happening.'

I snap awake and I'm still on the bus. It's dark outside and everyone on the bus is asleep, including Scott, Stiles, Allison and Lydia. I sigh and try to go back to sleep. As soon as we get back, I immediately drive to the loft. I get to the door, and as I'm going in, Ms. Blake is coming out. She smiles at me and keeps walking. Derek is coming out. "Hey, Scarlett."

He puts a hand on my shoulder. I grab it and push it off. As soon as I touch his hand, something flashes through my head:

'I've been hurt before.'

'Not like this.'

She kissed him. My English teacher kissed Derek.

I snap back and Derek is starting at me with concern. "Are you okay?"

I shake my head and start to back up. "You led me to believe you were dead and you go and sleep my English teacher. How could you Derek?"

I turn to leave but he grabs my wrist. "Don't go. Just l-"

"Why? Why Derek? Give me one good reason why shouldn't walk away right now." He doesn't answer. I snatch away my wrist. I'm already in tears. "All the bad things people said about you. I ignored when I should have listened. I thought I could see the good in you but, when I look into your eyes, I see no emotion."

"Scarlett, I-"

"Just give me a reason of why I should stay."

He just looks down. I walk out and get home. Scott is knocked out in bed. I climb up into mine. I get under my cover and find it hard to sleep. What if I did stay? The next night, Scott and I go to the hospital to bring takeout for our mother. When we walk in, there is thousands of patients that need immediate medical attention. "Half the accident victims from a 10 car pileup have been rerouted from downtown to BHMH and the ER Attending Physician seems to be missing and isn't answering any of his pages," my mom explains.

While they are talking, a woman with blood on her face asks for pain meds. My mom explains that giving her something without first examining her could do more harm than good. Scott sits down next to the hurting woman and I sit on the other side of her. He explains that he read online that human contact can help alleviate pain. He touches her hand and I can see the veins of his arm fill with a black liquid as he draws the pain out of her. The woman's face eases and she smiles. I jump as I hear Ethan, who's screaming for help, as he supports an obviously unwell Danny. Ethan explains that Danny began having trouble breathing and chest pains that just kept getting worse.

"I think he's suffering from Tension Pneumothorax," she says.

"What?" Ethan ask.

"When the lung is punctured and air escapes into the chest cavity causing a pressure build up against the heart and difficulty breathing," I explain.

Danny then vomits on the floor. I cough and look away. I look back and I seems a bunch of Mistletoe berries and leafy greens in the mess. Fearing he might die due to the lack of a doctor, my mom takes out a large syringe. Danny stops breathing and she jabs the syringe into his left pectoral in what appears to be a procedure called a 'needle thoracostomy'. Once inserted, the needle has a valve that is opened to allow the air to escape and relieve the pressure in his chest. Danny begins to breathe normally. Danny gasps out, "Thank you."