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CHAPTER TWELVE.
❛NEED MORE TIME.❜ was read off of the Stilinski boy's phone screen as Stiles, Evee, and a very sick Derek continued their way in the streets of Beacon Hills. In frustration, Stiles just hands the phone over to Evee as he mumbles a few unreadable words. Evee quickly brought her attention to the phone screen that read that three worded text from Scott. All the Sharp girl did was shrugged, with a lack of ideas...
With both an annoyed Stiles and Evee, the Stilinski boy couldn't help but comment something towards Derek,"Hey, try not to bleed out on my seats, okay? We're almost there."
"Almost where?" Derek weakly mumbled with his head held low.
Stiles sighs with his unbroken annoyance as he continued,"Your house."
As in sync, both Derek and Evee questioned the Stilinski boys idea,"What!"
Stiles seemed shock to hear the Sharp girl also suprised by his idea, and waited as the girl added in her own input. She looked over to Stiles, as if it was obvious,"Why the hell would we go back to his house? Use like clues: if we go back to the house the hunters can come for him. One thing leads to another and in,"Evee looked down to her watch as she quickly counted,"two hours he'll be dead."
"How did you even make that type of calculation─" Stiles asked the girl before turning his head over to Derek who gave him a look that agreed with the girl. So, Stiles quickly turns the wheel so his blue Jeep would come to a stop in the side of the road. Once he had stopped the car, he quickly snapped his head over to Derek as Evee curiously watched the boy─after all Scott did say to make sure Stiles did nothing insane...,"What happens if Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet? Hm? Are you dying?"
"Not yet...I have a last resort." Derek wearily stated as Stiles continued yelling.
"What do you mean? What last resort?" Stiles exclaimed as Derek rolled up his sleeve to show where his bullet wound was. It was continuing to bleed, and it didn't look good at all. And, mostly: it obviously wasn't healing. Evee inched forward to get a look at the wound, which she wasn't really fortunate for.
Stiles looks away in disgust as he brought his head down avoiding any glances with the wound,"Oh my god. What is that?"
"Well I'm glad that's not on me." Evee commented as more disgust was placed in her face.
Stiles quickly nodded still holding that disgust the two teens seem to not let go,"You don't have to say it twice."
Derek glares at the two sophomores with pure hatred at this little conversation they were having. He then brings full glares over to the Sharp girl,"Say that again and I'll make you feel something a lot worse."
