Chapter 7 | Stiles' POV
'I'm sorry.'
'What happened?'
'I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry-'
I gasped as I shot up. I gripped the sheets tightly as I closed my eyes and steadied my breathing.
The dreams are becoming more frequent. Sometimes it'd be the same one.
But what did it mean?
The sound of my alarm blaring had me snatched from my thoughts.
I swiped my phone screen turning the alarm off.
At least it's the weekend.
I got up rubbing what sleep I had left from my eyes.
I did my usual "get ready" routine.
Today was one of those days. I could feel the sickness hovering over me.
"Hey kiddo."
"Hey dad." I greeted blankly.
"How you feeling?"
I noticed the dark circles under his eyes. How forced his smile was. He's been overworking again.
"Not well. I thought maybe a short jog might make me feel better. Is that okay?"
"Yeah son, of course." He yawned.
"Get some rest while I'm gone dad? You look awful."
"Thanks son." My dad huffed tiredly," Don't be out too long."
"I won't."
I grabbed my car keys and a red hoodie, and bounded down the stairs and out the door to my jeep.
...
I parked out side the reserve, locking the doors. Finally I grabbed my bat from the back and started a path into the woods.
I had been walking for about half an hour when I heard rustling from my right.
"Hello?" I called out raising my bat up against my shoulder.
The rustling continued, then suddenly stopped.
I stood my ground for a moment before sighing in relief.
Then all of a sudden a large figure lunged at me, knocking me to the forest floor. My bat fell out of my hand leaving me without any defense against the snarling creature that was getting ready to maul me. I grimaced in pain holding my right shoulder.
"Stiles?"
I looked up to meet a pair of bewildered, blue eyes.
"De-Derek?"
"What the hell are you doing out here? Are you trying to get yourself killed?"
Derek had fangs and claws. I should be terrified, but I wasn't.
'I'm sorry.'
'What happened?'
'I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry-'
"Stiles! Stiles!"
My eyes suddenly shot open. I blinked up at the canopy of trees. The ground was slightly wet, the moisture soaking through the back of my shirt. Spikes of pain pulsed in my shoulder.
"Damn it." I cursed under my breath my hand cupping my shoulder.
"You okay? You passed out for a second."
"Yeah." I lied through clenched teeth as I kneaded my aching shoulder with my finger tips.
Silence fell between us for a short moment. I just sat there on the mossy ground while Derek was crouched beside me, shooting daggers of concern and curiosity into my downcast eyes.
"I'm really sorry about your shoulder-"
'I'm sorry.'
I saw flashes of red wisps of fire swallowing a house.
'What happened?'
People screaming and pleading for rescue.
'I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry-'
Then the vision was gone.
"Stiles?"
I hadn't realized I had been shaking. My long fingers wrapped securely around Derek's wrist.
"I-I'm sorry." I apologized as I released Derek from my death grip.
Derek's thick brows furrowed and his thin lips slightly pouted as he searched my face for answers.
"Uh, here let me see." Derek aided, nodding toward my crippled arm.
I nodded as I pulled the back of my shirt up, turning away from him.
I heard Derek sigh and... whimper?
"That bad?"
"I'm really sorry. I haven't gotten used to your scent yet. I thought you were a hunter."
"It's okay." I shrugged, instantly regretting it as I pulled my shirt back down,"Should have tried finding you a better way than searching Beacon Hills forests."
"You were looking for me?" Derek asked sounding interested.
"After my melt down last night, I was afraid I freaked you out, and so that's why you left when I passed out... It's stupid-I just thought, I don't know, if... I could ask you something." I rushed, feeling out of breath.
"Sure." Derek said softly.
I notice how the corners of his lips twitched as if forcing back a grin.
"But let's not talk here. Why don't I take you to my loft and get that shoulder fixed."
"Um, yeah. That seems doable. Thanks."
"Yeah. No problem Stiles."
Hearing Derek say my name so effortlessly, it had my heart racing.
I can't explain it.
But honestly.
When have I ever fully understood something for once in my life?
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