I sat there in the waiting room tapping my foot anxiously, I wasn't thrilled to be here. The only reason I was, was to put my dad's mind at ease.

"Stilinski?" The nurse called and I stood up. "Right this way." She said and I followed her down the hall. "How have you been feeling?"

"Ok, I guess. I havent been sleeping that great." I admitted curtly, not really wanting to elaborate on the subject too much.

"Thats understandable, with what you went through...Ok then, first we're gonna check your height and weight. Just to make sure you haven't lost any weight too quickly." She said stopping at the scales.

"Would that be bad?" I asked nervously.

"It could, depending on how much. Shoes off." I did as instructed and then stepped on the scale. "After this we'll take your temp,blood pressure, the doctors gonna take a look at that shoulder..." she listed off as she moved the balances around. "Run a few labs..." she trailed off after the balances evened out.

"Something wrong?" I asked a bit concerned, she scribbled something down then reset the scales.

"No, nothings wrong. You're at a good weight." She replied.

"Ok , if you could just follow me to an exam room." She said sweetly.

Once in the exam room I was instructed to remove everything from the waist up, they provided a hospital gown, she hooked me up to a blood pressure cuff and then stuck a thermometer in my mouth. As the cuff filled with air I could feel a dull throb in my scar.

"That's strange..." I heard her mutter while looking at the monitor.

"Wha ith?" I asked around the thermometer in my mouth.

"Must be getting a false reading." She assured. "Let me just try this again, make sure you are holding it under your tongue." She readjusted the thermometer in my mouth and pressed the button again.

"Better?" I asked once the machine beeped and she removed the stick as well as the blood pressure cuff.

"Your blood pressure is great...but I'm afraid you're running a fever." She replied.

"How high?" I asked.

"108" she replied very seriously, a look of horror crossed my face right before she started to laugh. "Oh honey, dont worry. The machine must just be off. If you had a temp of 108 you'd be dead. The brain can only handle so much before it starts to boil, you'd be seizing on the floor."

"Oh my- you scared the crap out of me!" I sighed while putting a hand over my heart to calm it.

"I'll be back after the doctor checks you out, with a different thermometer...hopefully that one will give us a better reading." She smiled. "The Doctor should be in shortly by the way." She said before exiting.

It felt like an eternity waiting for the doctor to come in, every time I heard a door open and close down the hall I thought that meant he was on the way. Apparently not.

I sighed while laying back against the exam table, I had already been here longer then I had wanted to...this was so tedious. I closed my eyes for only a second before there was a knock on my door.

"Yeah" I said snapping into a sitting position.

"Hello . You're here for a checkup, Is that right? Maybe get those stitches removed?" The Doctor said while reviewing my chart.

"Yes sir." I replied rather hopefully.

"Good, good...it says here you haven't been sleeping well, is that true?" He asked.

"Recently yeah, just some nightmares is all." I assured him.

"I see, well maybe you can address that with Doctor Morrell at your session? It says here you're seeing her for you psych eval." He read.

"Morrell? I thought I was seeing Doctor Thomas." I asked.

"I assure you is a fine psychologist. Now, it also says you've gained a bit of weight" He mused. "Well, I'm glad to see you aren't losing weight but 15 lbs over 2 weeks is a bit of a spike." He said making a note in my chart. "Have you been eating more recently?" He ased while rolling over to me on his stool.

"No not really...are you sure? I've mostly been the same weight since High school." I said as he felt my glands and checked in my ear, nose and throat.

"The scales dont lie" he said while putting on his stethoscope. "This might be cold." He pressed the end to my exposed back, through the opening in the gown. "Breath in...and out...Deep breath in...and again." He then removed the stethoscope and rolled back to my chart. "Is there any possibility you might be pregnant?" He looked up at me.

"No." I responded.

"Are you sure? If you are sexually active its always a possibility. When was the date of your last period? " why was this always the only possible way a girl could gain weight? Or not feel good? Or be at the doctors?

"I'm not sexually active." I admitted. "And I can't remember the date of my last period."

"Well we'll run a pregnancy test just in case." He smiled as if he was doing me a favor, as if everything I just said didn't even register. "Now then, lets look at those stitches. "

When he first touched my shoulder I involuntarily flinched. 'Just relax' I heard him mutter. He pushed on the area surrounding it, asked if I experienced any discomfort, which I did but it was mostly anxiety.

"I'm gonna start removing the stitches, you might feel a slight tugging sensation." He said.

"Ok" I mumbled out.

The slight clicking sound I heard once he stepped out of view unnerved me, but when I went to turn my head to face him he put his hand on my head stopping me.

"Hold still..." he said and for a second I followed those instructions, once I felt pain though, I cried out and instinctively pulled away.

"I said hold still..." a familiar voice growled and the pain increased.

"Stop it hurts!" I cried and suddenly felt a rush of warm liquid run down my shoulder, I reached up and touched it...blood.

I stumbled away from the exam table, pulling away from the doctors grasp while trying to apply pressure to my wound, blood was gushing between my fingers.

"Im not finished with you yet." I looked up after hearing that.

"Derek?..." I exclaimed. He smirked while holding up his bloody claws, I could feel more blood gush from my wound. "Please...please, dont" I sobbed shuffling back more, my feet not finding traction on the slippery blood.

"Then hold still. " he said again and then lunged.

"No!" I snapped up into a sitting position on what I realized was the exam table, the doctor looming over me.

"Are you ok ? You seemed to have fallen asleep, stitches are out...everything went smoothly. Nurse will be in shortly to draw some labs." He said with a smile.

"So is that it?" I asked still trying to calm my rapid heart, running my fingers across the scar.

"Unless you have any questions" he replied still jotting down notes in my chart.

"No...I guess not." I said looking down at my hands.

"Alright then, I'll see you in a month. Just for another recheck, after that I won't have to see you for another year." He smiled again and shook my hand, before turning and leaving.

Shortly after that the nurse came in to take my blood, I didn't press a recheck of my temp and she seemed to have forgotten all about it.

"So when will I find out the results?" I asked.

"We'll call you, it usually takes a few days." She replied. "You can put your shirt back on now, after that you are all set. I'm glad to see you are doing ok, tell your dad I said 'hi." She smiled.

"Can do." I said returning the fake smile.

What an ordeal that was. What did that dream-or rather daydream mean? I touched my now stitchless scar, it sure did feel better.