Can Derek Hale Be Happy Again?

Chapter Seven

The following week at school had been pretty boring. That was about to change. I closed my locker and turned seeing Derek walking through the corridor. He didn't look well at all. I started to walk towards him but he stopped at Jackson. I hesitated remembering Stiles warning about Jackson. "Where's Scott McCall?" "Why should I tell you" Jackson said closing his locker. I crept a little closer. Derek seemed more fiesty than normal. "Because I asked you politely and I only do that once" he said sternly gritting through his teeth. "Hmm" Jackson sniggered. "Okay tough guy, how about I help you find him if you tell me what your selling? What is it? Dnyaball, HGH?" I had no idea what he was talking about. "Steriods?" Derek answered. I opened my book and looked away trying not to stand out, luckily the corridor had severael people walking up and down and stopping at lockers to keep me out of focus. "No, girl scout cookies! What the hell do you think I'm talking about? By the way whatever it is your selling I'd probably stop sampling the merchandise, cos you looked wrecked". I'd had enough by this point and quickly ran the opposite way. Was Derek a dealer? Is that why Scott met him that day. I don't know why, I liked him, I thought. I don't know what I thought now. I bumped into Allison and we made our way outside before departing ways. Cars started queing up and horns started blaring out. I looked round and froze as I felt a sudden pain in my arm. I moaned quietly. I lifted my sleeve up and my eyes widened in shock. "What the hell" I muttered staring at my arm. As another car horn sounded I looked away pulling my sleeve down. I noticed Stiles jeep at the front holding the traffic up. I headed in that direction holding my arm . I found Derek lying on the ground, I immedately dropped to my knees beside him. "Derek, what's-" Stiles and Scott cut me off. Scott crouched down too. "What are you doing here?" He hissed at him sounding alarmed. Derek gasped before speaking. "I was shot" I cocked my head, did I just hear that right? "We need to phone an ambulance" I shouted. "NO!" The three of them shouted at once.  "Why aren't you healing?" Scott moved in closer. "I can't, it was a different kind of bullet". "A silver bullet?" As I glanced up to Stiles he looked like he was enjoying this. "No you idiot" No matter what has  happened, Derek could still kill with those eyes as he glared at Stiles. "That's what she meant by 48 hours" "Who?" "The girl that shot you". Derek leaned back in pain for a moment before sitting back up straight. "What the hell-" I called out seeing his eyes. In a flash they were ice blue before he shut them for a sharp second. "Eleyna, we'll explain everything later" Derek gritted through his teeth quickly looking at me. It happened again for a moment. They were beautiful. "Stop that!" Scott shouted looking over his shoulder. "That's what I'm trying to tell you. I CAN'T". Cars were getting more impatient, more and more horns blasting. "Derek get up" Scott started to stand grabbing Derek. I did the same helping him up, feeling him lean on both of us. We stumbled over and managed to get him into Stiles jeep. I climbed in aswell and Scott closed the door. "I need you to find out what kind of bullet they used". Scott started flustering. "How the hell am I supposed to do that?" "Because she's an Argent, she's with them". "Why should I help you?" "Because you need me Scott" Derek's voice had calmed. I grunted quietly as I could feeling my arm burn with pain again. "Fine, I'll try. Now get him out of here" "I hate you so much dude" Stiles said before speeding off out of the school car park. "Where are we going?" I eventually asked as I felt we were just driving forver. "Here, call Scott" Stiles threw his phone at me. "He's not answering". I put the phone down and Derek started trying to pull his jacket off. I helped him pull his sleeves down off his arms, not that he'd admit he was struggling. "Hey try not to bleed out on my seats okay? We're almost there". "Almost where?" Derek answered. "Your house" As soon as Derek heard he turned foccusing purely on Stiles. "What? No you can't take me there" "I can't take you to your own house?" "Not when I can't protect myself" Stiles immediately pulled over stopping the car at the side of the road. "What happens if Scott doesn't find your magic bullet? Hmm? Are you dying?" I think I felt my heart stop beating when Stiles said those words. I still cound't fully understand what was going on. "Not yet, I have a last resort" "What do you mean! What last resort?" Derek pulled his sleeve up, I couldn't take my eyes off his wound. I looked down at my own sleeve. They were the same, I admit Derek's had more blood, but the same place, size, everything. "Oh my god, What is that? You know what, you should probably just get out. Oh is that contagious?" Derek ignored him turning to face me. "What's wrong?" I shook my head. "No..nothing I'm fine" I lied. He frowned at me for a moment before turning back round to face Stiles. "Start the car". "I don't think you should be barking orders with the way you look. You know in fact, if I wanted to I could probably drag your little werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and leave you for dead!" "Werewolf?" I asked. They both turned glancing at me then back to each other. "Start the car. Now. Or I'm gonna rip your throat out...with my teeth" We continued driving until we reached.."A vet?" I questioned looking at the sign on the building. Derek managed out the car and I wrapped my arm round him trying to support him as he staggered slightly. I flinched in pain letting him go and turning away. "What's wrong?" I didn't answer. "Eleyna!" His voice shouted. I walked over and lifted up my sleeve. He sighed then looked right at me. Stiles came over breaking our stare. "What the hell? Great! Both of you? I'll call Scott and give him the good news" He walked away making his call. "What's happening?" I asked feeling a tear roll down my cheek in pain. Derek gently wiped it away. He shook his head, "I promise your gonna be okay, I'll explain everything. Later" Stiles came back over giving Derek the phone. "Did you find it?" We walked inside and he put the phone down on the table and on loud speaker. "How am I supposed to find it? They have a walmart of guns!" Scott answered in a hush tone. "If you don't find it, we're both dead. Alright!" Derek snapping hanging up. I backed my way into the corner of the room sliding down the wall. "Calm down, I need you to calm down Eleyna" I looked up as he toward over me. He tried to give me a reassuring look. I nodded slowly trying to control my breathing. Stiles phone beeped. "Does bleu nordique mean anything to you?" "It's a rare form of wolfsbane. He needs to bring me the bullet or I'll die without it".

We waited for Scott, and still nothing. I watched as Derek had started pacing then looking in all the cupboards and drawers. "What are you doing?" Stiles looked horrified as Derek took off his tshirt. I couldn't take my eyes off him. Wow. I could feel myself going red esepcially when Derek turned to face me throwing me a quick smirk, I looked away. So toned. He turned his back to me revealing a tattoo on his back. "You know that really doesn't look like what aspirin and a goodnights sleep couldn't take care of" I shook my head at Stiles as he growled back at me. I could feel we were running out of time. "When the inection reaches my heart it'll kill me!" "Positivity just isn't in your vocab is it?" Derek continued searching the drawers and cupboards and pulled something out. "If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time I have my last resort" He threw the stuff on the table. "Your gonna cut off my arm". I thumped my head back off the wall, he can't be serious. Tears streaming down my face. I watched as Derek tightened the band round his arm. "Oh my god. What if you bleed to death?!" I heard Stiles pick the tool up and turn it on for a moment. "It'll heal if it works". "Look, I don't know if I can do this?" Derek had reached his limit and lost all sympathy. "Why not?!" "Well because cutting through flesh, sawing of the bone, and especially the blood!" "You faint at the sight of blood?!" He snapped at him. "No, but I might at the sight of a chopped off arm!" I screamed out not able to take much more of the pain. I couldn't focus. My breathing was all over the place. I felt so weak. My vision blurring.  I couldn't hear anything.

It all went black.