"THEY'RE ALREADY DEAD, DEREK!" Harsh words but they were the truth and he needed to accept it. He couldn't go back and fix the past. Hell, if they could figure out a way to do that then all of the Hales would be here and Laura sure wouldn't be a goddamn ghost.
Blood was everywhere, seeping into her own clothing. It was his own mind working against him. That was why he wasn't waking up, why he wasn't healing the way that he should. A werewolf's mind was powerful and an alpha was a powerhouse. Derek was his own worst enemy right now. Laura just hoped she could snap him out of it.
She wrapped her arms around him and held onto him as he begged her to make it stop. "It's already stopped. Look, Derek." When he looked up the Hale house was no longer on fire. Instead it stood there in it's charred remains. Cora was standing in front of it waving at both of them. "Wake up, Derek," their little sister said.
"You have to let go of the dead, Derek. You have to let them go. You have to let me go." She realized she was getting a little choked up herself as she said it. She wondered if she really was doing Derek a favor by sticking around or if she was just keeping everyone rooted in what had been lost. She was dead and her constant presence was a reminder of what they had lost. Not like Cora. Cora was a reminder of what had been kept alive. She was a symbol of hope and Laura was a symbol of death.
She let go of Derek and stood up. They weren't in front of the Hale house anymore. They were standing in the prison, sitting at one of the cafeteria tables. She had to use an incredible force of will to fight against the drugs and take charge of his dream.
Nearby at another table, Cora, Isaac, Scott, Allison, Lydia and Stiles all joked around and goofed off. They looked uncharacteristically happy but that was what Laura was going for. "Protect them. Save them, Derek. They're still here. They're still alive."