There was a sickness smell in the room, but when he said her name she moved to the bed. She kneel down, her hand touched his arm, "Stiles...." she whispered softly, she wasn't even sure what to say, but answer him, "I'm real...I didn't...I'm fine."
Her eyes took in his form in the bed, she sighed softly, perhaps she did cause this...this could be all her fault. "I'm sorry," she whispered, she leaned her head on the bed, "I am so sorry." Derek told her she couldn't help heal him, she must had played a part in this. "I'm sorry...."