Love Me ~ Derek Hale

11

As we got inside the exam room, Stiles turned the light on as Derek immediately took off his shirt. I couldn't help myself but stop and stare at his abs thinking about....

Stiles nudged me knowing exactly what I was thinking. I cleared my throat and removed my eyes from his perfect shirtless body.

Derek then slammed his arm down on the table and turned the examining lights on revealing how bad the wound had gotten. The bullet wound was completely black with veins spreading all over his forearm from the hole. It looked like it was gradually making its way to his shoulder, and possibly to his heart.

"You know that really doesn't look like anything a little echinacea and some sleep couldn't take care of," Stiles said analyzing the wound and clearly not wanting to be here.

Derek started panting and looked paler than before with sweat running all over his body, making me slowly panic.

"Once the infection reaches my heart, it'll kill me," He stated then turning around searching the cabinets and drawers. "Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary is it?" Stiles asked making me roll me eyes.

The man is dying, cut him some slack.

"If he doesn't get here in time....my last resort..." He said starting to lose more of his breath every second. "Which is?" I asked confused as to why he was looking in all the drawers. He then pulled something out and turned to us.

"You're gonna cut off my arm," He stated holding a miniature looking chainsaw.

Stiles and I looked between each other. "Don't look at me, I'm not doing it," Stiles said holding his hands up. "Uh, I'm not doing it either," I said equally defensive.

"Stiles you have to do it," Derek panted leaning on the table before shoving the saw towards him.

Stiles ignored me and picked up the saw turning it on then off. "Oh my god," He said putting his hand over his mouth.

"What if you bleed to death?" I questioned folding my arms.

I hate this idea.

Derek then went back to the drawer pulling out tape and wrapping it around his arm. "It'll heal if it works," Derek said through his teeth as he had the tape in his mouth.

"Look, I don't know if I can do this," Stiles said acting like he was about to throw up. "Why not?" Derek spat out through his teeth. "Well because of the cutting through the flesh, sawing of the bone, and especially the blood."

Derek dropped his arm on the table letting go of the tape in his mouth. He sighed, "You faint at the sight of blood?"

"No, but I might at the sight of a chopped off arm!" Stiles exclaimed making Derek groan angrily.

"Alright how about this, either you cut off my arm or I'm gonna cut off your head," Derek threatened and Stiles was about to start before he was cut off by Derek.

Derek bent over and started throwing up black liquid. "Oh my god what the hell is that?!" Stiles whined.

"It's my body trying to heal itself," Derek said regaining himself. "Now," He directed towards Stiles. "If you're gonna do it, you gotta do it now," He panted moving back to the table and placing his arm on it.

I panicked as Stiles grabbed the saw.

"Oh god, are you absolutely sure?" I asked looking between Derek and Stiles. Derek remained staring at Stiles. "Just do it!" He yelled as Stiles turned the saw on, moving it closer to where Derek had the tightened tape.

"Stiles? Mia?" I heard someone yell. "Scott?" I asked as Scott came running in.

"What the hell are you doing?!" He asked and Stiles quickly turned the saw off before putting it down. "Oh thank god. Did you get it?"