You'd think that after having such a crazy night I'd be able to sleep, but it was the complete opposite. Sleep has been a struggle for me ever since I came back from the dead, but what kept me up mostly was the never ending worrying about Allison and everything else going on.

When we had gotten back from the long bus ride, Allison had begged me to wait until morning to see Deaton. She claimed that she was super tired and just wanted to go home, along with the fact that Deaton probably didn't want to be bothered that late at night. I of course told her that I'm sure Deaton wouldn't mind waking up to save her life, but she managed to convince me to wait until morning.

That didn't mean I was going to let her go home alone. No way was I going to let her out of my sight, so here I was now, lying in her bed trying to let sleep consume me. Every time I closed my eyes however, I always saw Jade's face, only causing me to hate her even more. Now that we were back in Beacon Hills, she better be running before I find her first.

I feel my arm start to go numb behind my head as I stare up at the celling. When I tried to shift positions however, Allison stirred beside me, making me freeze in fear of waking her up. No way in hell did I want to wake her after the crazy past 24 hours we've had. She at least deserved some sleep.

Her head lifts to change sides on her pillow, now facing me. I feel her warm breath on the side of my arm as I stare at the back of her eyelids, admiring how beautiful she looked even when she wasn't trying. Her hair was now in loose curls and laid kind of funny on her head, but it looked better than what I'm sure my hair looked now.

I smile faintly at her before I turn my head again, looking up at the celling as if it held all of the answers I needed. It was situations like these where I wished I was still dead...still a ghost. I could be doing something useful and seeing what the Alpha pack is up to, what they're next move is, and who the Darach even is. As much as I wanted to help however, I knew that being back alive was something I could thank Allison for, and being here now with her...it was worth it.

For some reason then, my mind flipped back to the memory I had seen of Allison when she was having a seizure. No, not the image of her eyes rolling back into her head and her violent shaking, which made me sick to my stomach, but the vision I had seen of her and Lydia sitting in her room in her old house. It felt so real; so close that I could almost touch it. Usually when I see something, I never feel as tied to the memory as I was with this one. It was like it was trying to tell me something...but I wasn't sure what.

It would be nice if I could actually see into the future rather than the past, though. That sure as hell would help a lot. I knew that it would be a lot of help for the pack, but for Deucalion...he'd go through hell to get to me then. Sure, he wants me now for that prime reason, but when he figures out that I'm capable of doing that and that I'm on the opposite side, he'll kill anyone and everyone to get to me: that I was sure of.

My neck turns to the side when I hear Allison mumble something under her breath, but I couldn't understand it. Her pale lips lit by the moonlight shining through the window moved in beats, not forming any type of words. At least until one sentence made some sort of sense.

"—you...you're killing hi—stop. Let me...we can save him."

I narrow my eyes at this, wondering what she could possibly be dreaming about, but before I even had the chance to come up with some ideas, her eyes are flashing open and she's sitting up violently, throwing the covers off of her. Something about her movement was wrong; like she just woke up from a nightmare, but it was more than a nightmare.

Like she was still in it.

"Allison-" I say as I sit up as well, reaching out to comfort her, but her hands just smack mine away. Her legs thrash from under the covers as she scrambles out of bed, a look of pure fear on her face. I'm left utterly confused as she grabs the lamp beside her bed, holding it out as if she was going to use it on me.

"Leave me alone!" she screams, her chest heaving huge breaths. I could tell her heart was racing. "God, why can't you just leave me alone!"

I hold my hands out in front of me, but I wasn't sure if it was to ease her or to protect myself. "Allison, what's wrong? You're dreaming-"

She cuts me off as she continues, tears starting to fill her eyes. "I've tried ignoring you, but you just keep coming back. What do you want from me! Please...just leave me the hell alone."

I'm standing then, watching her as she backed slowly into the wall, trembling with fear. It took everything in me to keep it together as I watched her, pure fear written on her face. I had no idea what she was seeing, but never in my life have I seen her this scared before. She looked like she had just seen a ghost—uh, well, not a ghost.

"Allison," I breathe, trying to slow down my own heart rate. "It's Corey. Whatever you're seeing, it's not real. I'm here, Allison. It's Corey."

She still seems petrified as she squeezes her eyes closed, shaking her head violently. That was when I got close enough to touch her, my hand grabbing her hand softly as I lowered the lamp in her hands. Almost as if she was brought back to reality from my touch, her eyes flashed open, relief washing across her face as tears fell down her cheeks.

"Corey?" she gasps as I nod, causing her to drop the lamp and jump into my arms. I stand there for a moment, confused as to what just happened, but soon enough I'm wrapping my arms around her and pulling her in tight. I feel her shaky breath on the back of my neck as I sigh a breath of relief.

My fingers get tangled in her hair. "What just happened?"

She pulls away from me then, her eyes almost distant as she looked at her unoccupied bed behind me. "Something that's been happening for the past few months."

My eyes widen. "Excuse me-?"

"Ever since I brought you back..." she fades out, her eyes not daring to look into my own. She could tell that I was a little bit angry that she hadn't told me about this sooner. "Every night it's the same dream. Me on the bridge, you swerving off in that truck with Jade, me going to save you. But instead of saving you, everything goes to hell."

I grab her shoulders, trying to comfort her in any possible way. Sure, I was mad that she was just now telling me this, since all of this was caused by bringing me back, but I listened to her and could hear the fear in her voice.

Tears falls down her cheeks again. "Every night I try and save you, Corey, but it's the same thing every time. Right when we're about to go to the surface, Jade always pulls me back down. She takes you from me and doesn't let me save you. I've tried different tactics, but it always ends with her taking you."

My eyes are soft as she finally looks at me, pain behind her eyes. "Allison, it's just a dream."

"But then I wake up," she continues, motioning towards the bed. "And her face is there every time. Every damn time, Corey. Sometimes it's not just at night either. Sometimes during the day like at school she'll show up, taunting me and telling me that I couldn't save you. That I'll never be able to save you. So when she actually did show her face at school that day..."

"You were scared of her."

Allison looks back at me. "And when Mr. Harris told you that you were with her, I tried so hard to keep from going with you two anyways. What if that dream means something more, Corey? It can't be a coincidence that I keep having it-"

My hands trail from her shoulders to her hands, taking them as I spoke softly. "Allison, you're not going to lose me, okay? I promise."

She nods her head slowly, but I could see doubt in her eyes. "I-I'm sorry. I could have hurt you just now-"

"It's not your fault," I say, feeling my stomach knot. This was happening to Allison because of me. "I just wish you would have told me sooner."

She licks her lips slowly before her eyes go back to the bed behind me. "I know, I'm sorry. I should have...I don't know what I was thinking. I didn't want you thinking I was crazy I guess...that I was weak."

It pained me to hear her say that. "Promise me you won't ever think that again, got that? You're the strongest person I've met, Allison. Hell, and crazy? You really thought I would think you're crazy?"

"I don't know..." she fades out, running her free hand through her hair. "Sometimes I think I am."

I smile faintly at her, sensing that she was trying to lighten the mood. After a moment of silence, I'm nodding back towards the bed, remembering that we had school tomorrow and should probably get some sleep. My hand gently tugs her to lead her back to bed, which she follows. I was just glad that I was here tonight with her...how could she have gone through something like this for the past few months alone?

But just when I thought everything was going to be alright again, it wasn't.

Right before Allison goes to climb back into bed, her hand goes up to her throat as she starts to cough, it growing worse by the second. I don't know what to think as I watch her cough, getting an unnerving feeling that something was desperately wrong. Her cough turned into a wet sounding one before the next thing I know, a dark substance is running down her chin and staining her loose white tank top.

It was blood.

She continues to cough as more black blood starts to pour from her ears, which was when I finally started to act. In one swift movement, I'm placing my hand on her back and lifting her into my arms, carrying her bridal style as she continued to cough and spit. She was getting blood on me, but I didn't care. She needed help...right now. Deaton's help.

I knew she was dying.

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"Set her down on the table!" Deaton screams at me as Stiles takes his arm and sweeps everything off of it so that I could lay Allison down. Stiles was the first person I called when I got into the car; he was one of the few I could really trust and I knew that he would call the rest of the pack. Scott wasn't here yet, nor Lydia, but that didn't matter right now.

It was a miracle that we got ahold of Deaton. He had been fast asleep at home of course, but since he lived down the street from the Clinic, he got here before any of the rest of us did. I trusted him to save her. He had to.

"Can someone explain to me what's going on?" Deaton shouts as he grabs a little flash light, shining it in Allison's eyes.

My hand grasps Allison's hand tremendously hard, almost as if the harder I held onto it the more likely she would hold onto life. "I-I don't know! When the alpha pack had taken her, Jade's claws had gone too deep into her neck and she...she-"

"She had glowing eyes and claws," Stiles finishes for me, standing on the opposite of Allison. Her eyes were wide as she continued to cough up blood, it being a never ending pool of it. I thought for sure soon she'd technically bleed to death.

Deaton falls still then, no longer being as frantic as he was a moment ago. "She's a werewolf, then?"

"Yes!" Stiles and I both shout at the same time, growing impatient that he just suddenly stopped like that. She was dying and he wasn't moving anymore.

Deaton lowers the flashlight in his hands, his eyes staring into my own. "Corey, you know what's really happening here, don't you?"

I knew he was referring to her body rejecting the transition, but I wasn't going to lose hope. "No—She's...you have to save her! God, please, Deaton. Please, there has to be a way."

Allison's eyes never leave my own, and I could fell her hand squeeze mine back. Stiles just stares at me with utter sadness, knowing what was soon to come. "Corey, I'm afraid-"

"No!" I scream back, fear and anger in my voice. I wasn't going to lose Allison like this, I refused. "You have to know something...anything!"

Deaton just stares at me with dull eyes, his jaw clenched. "Corey, you can't cure something that is apart of nature. This is the way it's always worked. I'm sorry, I really am, but you'll have to let her go."

Let her go.

My heart stopped at the last part of his sentence. I refused to believe it, I didn't want to believe it. My whole world suddenly started to crash around me as Allison muttered my name softly, wanting to tell me something, but I couldn't bare to look at her. This girl has been my whole world ever since I thought my world ended.

And now I was losing her.

"Corey," Allison whispers again, coughing more before black blood started to ooze from her eye sockets as well, mixing in with her tears. "Y-You have to let me go."

I take my one free hand and brush her hair out of her face, tears clouding my vision. Even as she laid there dying, she managed to put a smile on her face, just for my sake. I didn't want to say goodbye; I just couldn't. Hope was diminishing fast within me, and I could tell by the look in her eyes that she knew her time was almost up too.

It wasn't fair. None of this was fair.

I bite my lower lip as I hold back sobs, shaking my head and trying to tell myself that this wasn't happening. This was just a nightmare that I couldn't wake up from. Dammit, Corey. Wake up.

Deaton takes a step forwards as he lifts Allison's head slowly, where a pool of black blood was now sitting. His eyebrows furrow for a moment before his head whips back around to Stiles, giving him direct orders. "Stiles, hand me that scalpel over there. Hurry!"

Stiles flails his arms for a moment before he's acting, running back over and handing it to Deaton. I shake my head. "What is it?"

Hope started to come back to me. Deaton doesn't answer me as I hear the cutting of flesh, seeing Allison's tired face cringe from the pain. I kept holding onto her hand as she squeezed it back, but neither of us had no idea what Deaton was doing.

My question was answered when I see his hand pull back out of her neck, revealing a long, nasty claw. Allison gasps from the relief before Deaton sets her head back down onto the table, gentle with it. Allison stops bleeding then, along with her cough disappearing.

"I never thought that was real," Deaton says, almost as if he was talking to himself. "I heard stories about werewolf claws being stuck inside someone, giving them powers like a wolf but it was really actually poisoning them, it being fatal if it wasn't removed before it was too late. I didn't think it was possible..."

My heart stops beating, waiting for the words I needed to hear. "She's okay?"

Deaton smiles at me. "She's okay."

The widest smile appeared on my face as I looked back down at Allison, who was smiling back up at me as well. Never in my life have I been this relieved until now, and seeing Allison smiling back up at me...it changed my way of thinking. I almost lost her, but fate or whatever the hell you call it kept her here. She was still here with me, and that was all that mattered in this moment.

I would have kissed her, but I knew that she was most likely in pain after getting that claw removed. Stiles smiles down at the two of us as he pats my shoulder, knowing that what just happened was a pure miracle, and without Deaton, she would be gone.

Deaton didn't just save her life, but he saved mine tonight as well.

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So many touchy feely feeeeeellllssss! Told you it would all work out in the end! I've been saving this up for awhile now and now that it's finally out I feel so relieved! I had used this idea awhile back in my old story titled Vulnerable (The Other Argent series) so I thought why not reuse it? It's not copying...is it?

Allison isn't a wolf now, if that's what you're wondering. I'll get into it more next chapter and clear up a few things, but yeah. Was it good?

I considered dragging out the whole "Corey saying goodbye" thing to Allison, but let's just say...I thought I'd save it for another time. *laughs demonically*

(I keep watching the GIF over and over again and I can feel the none existent boyfriend I have rubbing my cheek lol)

So, yeah. If you liked this, votes and comments will be much appreciated!