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|Chapter 9|
*edited 28/11/2022*
We are here driving in circles and I can literally smell death and rotten coming from the passenger seat.
Stiles is trying to call Scott and I hope he picks up because otherwise I’m going to slowly and painfully kill him.
I could’ve been catching up on some netflix show or stalk hot celebrities Instagram account but no. I’m here in a jeep with my crush and a dying werewolf.
“Hey try not to bleed on my seats, okay? We’re almost there.” Stiles says still with the phone pressed against his ear.
“Almost where?” Derek asks in pain. Poor Derek. Maybe if he wasn’t so grumpy he wouldn’t be shot.
“What? No, you can’t take me there.” Derek says. Is this guy serious?
“So, we can’t take you to your own house?” I ask.
“Not when I can’t protect myself.” Derek says.
Stiles out of nowhere pulls over and stops the car, turning to Grumpy Shot Dumpty.
“All right. What happens if Scott doesn’t find your little magic bullet? Hmm? Are you dying?” Stiles asks getting frustrated.
I can’t believe we are playing babysitter with a werewolf. How much am I getting payed for this? Better have health insurance.
“Not yet. I have a last resort.” Derek responds.
“Uhm. What do you mean? What last resort?” I ask and Derek goes to show his arm and let me tell you. That does not look good.
“Oh, my god. What is that?” Stiles says with a disgusting. “Oh, is that contagious? You know what. You should probably just get out.” Stiles says.
“Start the car. Now.” Stiles says angrily. He still makes orders looking like horse shit.
“I don’t think you should be barking orders grumpy Dumpty.” I say turning to the werewolf.
“Yeah, in fact if I wanted to, we could probably drag your little werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and leave you for dead.” Stiles said and he looks so adorably hot when his angry. Oh my god focus Dayton Kendall Barnett.
“Well – speak for yourself, I’m not doing anything that involves me going anywhere near him looking like that…” I whisper to Stiles, looking straight at Derek.
“Start the car. Or I’m going to rip his throat out – with my teeth.” Derek says referring to me and grabbing me by my shirt.
“Uhm, excuse me why are you putting my life on the line. I’m an innocent guy, okay? –” I say before Derek sends me into the glass of the jeep and everything goes black.
//
I slowly wake up and I am still in the Jeep.
I wince in pain as I get up.
I see Stiles who has a purple mark on his eye. He looks like he was punched.
“What happened?” I ask and Stiles turns to me. “You really are a little shit, why did you do that?” I ask, now turning to Derek who looks even worst.
“Oh you’re awake. T – thank god.” Stiles says as I glare at Derek’s head. I wanna put a bomb inside that big head. I hate him so much right now.
“We are going to the vet.” He says and I look at him confused still in pain.
“Is he some kind of animal?” I ask and Derek turns to me with a glare. Caspar the ghost is that you? “God – He really is looking like something off the walking dead.”
“No. Scott told us to go there and wait for him.” He says and I nod.
“Did he find the bullet?” I ask.
“No.” Derek mumbles more weak then before. Karma really hit him hard.
We get to the Vet and I help Stiles bring Derek inside. I’m only doing this because of Scott otherwise I would end his and our misery.
Right as we entered the vet and we were safe Derek takes off his shirt and I know this is not the moment but his body is extra hot from a closer point of view but then I look up at his face and suddently – he’s just a hound dog – a deadly hound dog.
He puts something around his arm.
“Okay.” Stiles says resting against a metal table. “You know, that really doesn’t look like anything some echinacea and a good night sleep couldn’t take care of.” Stiles replies sarcastically looking at Derek’s arm in disgust.
“When the infection reaches my heart. It’ll kill me.” He says.
“Positivity just isn’t in your vocabulary is it?” Stiles asks and I go to stand next to him.
“If he doesn’t get here with the bullet in time – last resort.” Derek says.
“Which is?” I ask.
“One of you is gonna cut of my arm.” He says and me and Stiles both look at each other like he is crazy.
Maybe it isn’t such a bad idea to leave him for dead.
“Uh – Dayton – you’re definitely the strongest out of the two.” He says and I turn to him.
“I’m not doing this by myself.” I say and he nods getting closer to the arm to take a look at it. I follow him and take a look. Gag.
//
Stiles picks up the saw and turns it on before the annoying horrific sound comes on. Stiles quickly turns it off and puts it down.
“Oh god.” I mumble while shaking my head. “Nope.”
“What if you bleed to death?” Stiles asks terrified. No one would like to chop someones arm off. Well he kind of deserves after what he did to me in the jeep but sadly he is useful.
“It’ll heal if it works.” Derek says.
“Look I don’t know if I can do this.” Stiles says.
“Same.” I say. I so don’t want to get involved, I could make a run for it.
“Why not?” Derek asks looking at both me and Stiles.
“Well, because of the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone, and especially the blood!” I say.
I’m mentally praying that Scott comes in right now. Save the day please. Literally.
“You faint at the sight of blood?” Derek asks.
“No, but we might at the sight of a chopped off arm!” Stiles exclaims.
Derek sighs. “Fine. How about this? Either one of you cut off my arm, or I’m gonna cut off both of your heads.” He says with a glare. No matter his state he is still able to be an ass.
“Okay. You know what? I’m so not buying your threats any –” stiles says but is cut off my Derek’s hand pulling Stiles by the collar of his shirt. “Oh, my God. Okay. All right, bought, sold. Totally. I’ll do it. I’ll do it.” Stiles says as Derek lets go of his shirt.
Derek turns to the side and vomits some black liquid. Gag. I cover my mouth and look away trying not to think about the vomit. Absolutely horrid.
“Holy God. What the hell is that.” A disgusting Stiles exclaims.
“It’s my body trying to heal itself.” He says.
“It’s not doing a very good job, now is it?” I say and Derek glares in my direction.
“Now. You gotta do it now.” Derek says pressing his arm against a metal table.
“Look, honestly I don’t think I can.” Stiles says nervously.
“Just do it!” Derek says.
“Okay, calm down Shia LaBeouf.” I say as he glares at me. He really hates me. I walk forward beside Stiles.
“You can do it Stiles.” I mumble to him as he turns to me and grabs my hand. If this was another moment I would be freaking out that me and Stiles are holding hands but this is a do or die situation and Stiles just needed some encouragement and I am glad to be here for him.
“Oh my god. Okay here we go!” Stiles says as he turns on the saw and gets it closer to Derek’s arm as his grip on my hand tightens.
I look away.
“Stiles? Day?” I hear the familiar voice and sigh in relief.
“Scott?” Stiles shouts and I feel his grip disappear from my hand.
Scott gets in the room and looks at us confused.
“What the hell are you doing?” Scott asks looking at both of us as Stiles drops down the saw that is going to give me nightmares.
“Oh – you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares.” Stiles says and I slightly smile.
“Did you get it?” Grumpy asks.
Scott steps forward towards Derek and hands him the bullet.
“What are you going to do with it?” Scott asks.
“I’m gonna – I’m gonna -” Derek says looking like he’s about to pass out. Oh no.
Derek collapses to the floor and the bullet rolls and falls into a drain.
He goes to Derek while Scott goes to the drain to try to get the bullet back.
“Derek!” Stiles screams while shaking Derek’s face.
I take a step towards Stiles.
“Stiles you need to punch him.” I say and he looks at me like I’m crazy.
“Do you want me to loose my hand?” He asks and I roll my eyes at his dramatic comment.
“It’s the only way, it might wake him up!” I say while Scott is still trying to get the magic bullet from the drain.
Stiles looks back at Derek.
“I think he’s dead. Oh god.” Stiles says.
“Stiles don’t freak out. He’s not dead he’s just passed out.” I say and he nods.
“Hold on! I got it! I got it!” Scott says as he shows us the bullet with a proud smile on his face.
“Please don’t kill me for this!” Stiles says before giving a hard punch on Derek’s face making Derek wake up and Stiles wince in pain.
“Ow! God!” Stiles says in pain.
“You okay?” I ask and he nods while holding his fist.
“Give me –” Derek says as we help him stand to his feet.
Derek pulls the bullet out of the cartridge and then empties the wolfsbane onto the table. He lights it on fire and shoves the ashes into the wound.
Derek quickly fell to his knees in pain screaming while Stiles grabs me by my shoulders and somewhat pulls me behind him.
The infection quickly heals and I sigh in relief.
“That. Was. Awesome!” Stiles exclaims. “Yes!” He continues and I chuckle.
“Are you okay?” Scott asks as Derek stands up looking a lot better.
“Well, except for the agonizing pain.” Derek says using sarcasm.
“I’m guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health.” Stiles says and I chuckle while he looks at me with a smile while we hold eye contact what feels like 2 minutes, in reality must have been 2 seconds.
“Okay, we saved your life, which means you’re gonna leave us all alone, you got that? And if you don’t, I’m gonna go back to Allison’s dad, and I’m gonna tell him everything –” Scott says but is interrupted by Derek.
“You’re gonna trust them? You think they can help you?” Derek says.
This is getting intense.
“Well, why not? They’re a lot freaking nicer then you are.” Scott yells. Well it isn’t really hard to be nicer then Derek but oh well …
“I can show you exactly how nice they are.” Derek says.
//
Derek took Scott to see something involving the Argent family and Stiles is now bringing me home.
“What a day, huh.” I mumble.
“You bet. Our days are getting more eventful each day.” He says keeping his eyes on the road.
“Yeah, but it puts us in danger. All of us. Our families. I don’t want anything to happen to this town.” I say and look at him while he smiles at me.
“As long as I’m here I’ll do my best to keep everyone safe – you safe.” He says and I smile hiding my face so that he doesn’t see the blush.
Why is he doing this. It’s not going anywhere but he still makes comments like this that make me fall for him even harder. It’s not fair.
He parks next to my house.
“Thanks Stiles. I’ll see you later.” I say with a smile before opening the door.
“See you.” He says and I close the door behind me and make my way inside my house.
“How comes you’re so late?” I hear my dad ask and I turn to him.
“Uh- I was at Stiles’ house. Studying.” I say. Putting my bag down. “How was your day?”
“Same all – same all really…” He says, his eyes fixated on the TV, he turns to me and gives me a tight smile before I mumble a good night and making my way to my room.
As soon as I get to my room I lay in my bed before falling into a resting sleep which I have been looking forward to the whole day
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