continuation: @twiceaday-stilinski
Derek was already on his knees, quick to scoop his limp body up in to his arm and away from the now scarlet colored water. He reached for a towel, two towels as he realized he had slit both of his wrists. “No, no no..” He rambled mostly to himself as he pressed the towels against his deep cuts, his breath shaking heavily as he had no idea what to do, though. “No baby, you g-gotta stay awake” He stuttered as he cradled his face with his hand, giving him a light stir to try and wake him from his daze.
He pressed his fingers against the towels, trying to stop the blood from spilling any further, unsure of how much he had lost already, but by the looks of it, there was a lot. “Don’t do this to me” He breathed lowly, leaning his forehead against his. “Don’t do this, Stiles, I need you” He whispered weakly then, his hand quickly reaching for his phone to call 911 all in a ramble telling them where he was and that he needed an ambulance. “Stay with me” He breathed then. “Don’t you dare fall asleep on me” It was all spoken in a weak matter, a defeated one at that.
