Healing Love- Stiles Stilinski

Chapter Eleven- Close Call

The car stopped, making the two jolt as Derek inspected her with his eyes but then grunted in pain once more. Outside there was the sign for the animal clinic, Scotts place of work. There were no lights on inside or outside meaning Deaton was not here.

Stiles came round and opened the passenger door which Rosie was near and helped her out the jeep by holding her hands as he carefully guided her out.

"Nice shirt." Said Stiles as he looked her up and down.

Then it was Derek who needed to get out so he leaned on the two teenagers as he got out and then used Rosie as his crutch while Stiles looked for the key.

Once inside Rosie let Derek down on a bunch of animal food bags as she caught back her breath. Stiles then pulled his phone out of his pocket as he received a message from Scott.

"Does Nordic Blue monkshood mean anything to you?"

"It's a rare form of wolfsbane. He has to bring me the bullet." Around Derek's eyes there was blotchiness, and he was sweating a great deal.

"Why?"

"Because I'm going to die without it." His eyes wandered to the girl behind Stiles. "Rosie, I need a new dressing for the bullet wound."

"Hey no she's not going near you. How do we know you're not going to threaten her again or actually hurt her?" The buzz cut boy put his arm out in front of Rosie as she began to walk towards Derek with a bandage she found on the side.

"Stiles let me just change it. He's in too much pain to hurt me."

Once she got close to him, he grabbed her wrists tightly and looking into her eyes as he became angered.

"What are you?" Derek shouted in her face as Stiles quickly jumped forward to get his hand of her.

"What do you mean?" Rosie asked as she was now scared and breathing heavier. Then he thankfully doubled over in pain and dropped his hands from Rosie's wrists as he left bruises. "Stiles take him to the other room."

"And that's why we listen to Stiles." He whispered to himself as he pointed Derek to the door of the room next door. The lights flickered as they turned on revealing Derek becoming topless making Stiles huff. On the table in the center of the room Derek laid his wound and exposed the almost black veins surrounding the gunshot wound.

"You know that really doesn't look like anything some Echinacea and a good night's sleep couldn't take care of."

"When the infection reaches my heart, it'll kill me." Emphasized Derek as he continuously waddled around the room while panting flamboyantly.

"Oh, great some hope." The werewolf turned and glared holes in the girls' face. "What you did just bruise me while I tried to help you."

"Positivity isn't in your vocabulary is it?"

If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time, last resort" Drawers were flung open as Derek rummaged through utensils until then pulling out something which looked like a saw. "One of you is going to cut of my arm. Preferably her."

"What, so you can hurt me again? Why me?" Shouted Rosie as he insisted hon her cutting his arm off.

"Because he would probably cut it wrong. And because you stopped it hurting in the car maybe you can stop it hurting this time. Test you."

"But I- I can't do that. All I did was try and stop the bleeding. I didn't do anything." Rosie panicked as she began to get lightheaded which Stiles noticed so he guided her to the chair.

"Breathe. If it comes to it, I will do it. Hey look at me." She then looked at Stiles who was knelt in front of her. "Maybe ill cut it wrong on purpose."

"I am still able to hear things you know." The veins on his arm were spreading quickly up his arm and he had now grabbed something to help when Stiles cuts his arm off. He slid the saw across the table towards Stiles who examined it and accidently turned it on making both him and Rosie jump.

"What if you bleed to death?"

"It'll heal if it works." Said Derek with the rubber in his mouth as he began tying it on his upper arm.

"Look, I don't know if I can do this." Rosie then placed her hand on his as she tried to calm him down just like he did to her minutes before.

"Why not?"

"Well, because of the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone and especially the blood!" She tightened her hand on his as she watched Derek continue with getting his arm ready.

"Stiles ill do it. I can do it." Rosie insisted.

"No no no. I'm doing it but I just might faint at the sight of a chopped arm. So be ready to catch me."

"Alright fine. How about this? Either you cut off my arm or I'm gonna cut of her head." Once again, he threatened Rosie.

"Okay, I'm so not buying your threats on me anymore." From across the table Derek bitterly grabbed on to Rosie's collar pulling her closely to him. "Alright. Bought. Sold. Its been shipped. We will do it. Wait what are you doing."

Doubled over, Derek then regurgitated black liquid onto the floor making both the teenagers cringe in disgust.

"Its my body, its trying to heal itself. Now you gotta do it now."

"Look I don't think I can do it." Stiles said as he looked between the saw and the pale werewolf.

"Stiles. You can do it." Rosie said encouragingly as he picked up the saw and turned it on, slowly nearing it to Derek's arm. She moved towards his shaking hands and put her hands on top of his making him look at her for a split second before looking back at what they were doing. Just as they were about to cut into the skin Scott called out for them as he entered the animal clinic.

"What the hell are you two doing?" Screamed Scott as he walked in to the room.

"Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares." Stiles chuckled nervously.

"Did you get it?" Scott scrummaged in his pocket and pulled out the bullet which Derek had been previously shot with. He snatched it and began telling them what he was going to do with it before collapsing on the floor. As he collapsed, he dropped the bullet, making it fall down a near drain.

"Derek come on wake up. Scott what the hell are we going to do?"

"I don't know!" Shouted Scott as he and his twin tried grabbing the bullet from the drain while Stiles focused on getting Derek conscious again. "I can't reach it. Rosie you try you have smaller fingers."

Rosie wiggled her fingers in the rather small holes as she reached for the bullet on the other side. Her fingertips brushed past it so she pushed her fingers deeper.

"I think he's dying. I think he's dead." The boy called from the other side of the room as he tried waking Derek up.

"Hold on. Rosie's almost got it. Come on Rosie you can do this." He pressured his sister as she then used her nails to pick up the bullet and pull it back through the hole. "She's got it! Rosie's got it!"

The two twins then got up to help Stiles get Derek awake, carrying the bullet to him ready for his awakening.

"Please don't kill me for this." Stiles raised his arm and punched Derek in the face, resulting in Derek waking up and Stiles moaning in pain.

"Give me that." Rosie then handed him the bullet and he bit the bullet and poured the bullets insides out before setting fire to them. Then he poured the burnt bullet into his wound, applying pressure with his finger. The trio then watched as he screamed in pain and the veins which once covered his arms vanished.

"That was awesome!"