Today was rough but it was finally winding down and I was thankful. I dealt with Tanner, Brandon and now all that was left was to go and relax with Jess. I was less stressed just thinking about laying in that bed with her.

I knocked three times on Jess's door, "hey how are you feeling?" I entered an empty room. I leaned back. The room reeked of her blood. Why was it so strong? All Miles did was take a few blood bags from her. It shouldn't smell like that in here. What the hell? Where is she? I glanced down. Dark droplets trailed to the bathroom door.

'Cut faster, deeper, he's here.'

My eyes widened and I pounded on the door. "Jess open the door. It's me, Finnigan." Why did I leave her alone for so long? Damn it.

"No! I know you were going to sedate me and take advantage of me. You're just like him!"

I wiped my hand across my face. The medical stuff. I should have known not to let Miles bring that up here. "That's not true Jess. That was medicine to help you."

She didn't answer. 'This isn't working I'm regenerating too fast. There's only one way to end this.' I banged on the door again. "Jessica open the door! Now!"

"No! Just let me do this. You don't care about me anyway."

"That's far from true and you know it. Whatever that voice in your head is telling you is wrong. Please. I don't want to break this door down but I will."

More silence.

'Straight through your chest. Show me you can actually do something right.' There was that male's voice again in her thoughts. This time I knew exactly who it was. Derek.

I stepped a few paces back and kicked the door in, but I was too late.

"Zach!" I screamed. I sped to the bathtub that was now covered in blood.

Jessica looked up at me with distant eyes. "I'm sorry," she whispered. Both of her arms were slashed from her wrist down half the length of her forearm. In both hands she held a shard of the now broken mirror deep in her chest.

"Don't fucking say that. I'm not losing you."

"I wish we could have met sooner." She smiled at me before her eyes shut and her body fell lip. God damnit Jess!

Zach appeared in the doorway. "What the fuck happened?!"

"I'm going to pull it out. I need you to keep pressure on her chest." My mind raced. She can't die. Not like this. Not after I just got her back.

He nodded. I grabbed a hold of the glass and took a deep breath.

"No, don't!" Brandon yelled from behind me. My head whirled to look at him. He held a bunch of supplies in his arms. "You'll kill her if you yank that out. I know you didn't call me to help but I can fix her. Please let me help."

Zach raised his eyebrow at me. "I don't think we should trust him. I'm sorry. I'd rather chance it."

I sighed. I had no choice. "What do you need us to do?"