LEATHER JACKET IN NEED OF HELP
"Does Northern blue monkshood mean anything to you?" I ask the dying werewolf who is currently groaning in pain, leaning his whole body wait on the secure metal table at the animal clinic.
He nods in response, "It's a rare form of wolfsbane."
"Oh, then why do you need it?" I ask the werewolf, before shoving Stiles' phone back in his hands.
"He has to bring me the bullet."
"Why?" Stiles questions him.
"Cause I'm gonna die without it." Yikes.
"Okay. You know, that really doesn't look like anything some echinacea and a good night of sleep couldn't take care of." I whack Stiles gently on his muscular arm.
"When the infection reaches my heart, it'll kill me."
"You know what, "positivity" just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?" I sigh before carrying on searching for some sort of cure.
"If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time, we'll have to go to the last resort." Derek hesitatingly tells us.
"Which is?" Stiles asks.
Derek sighs loudly, "You're gonna cut off my arm."
"Hell no." I shriek.
"Oh, my God. What if you bleed to death?" Stiles eyes widen.
"It'll heal if it works."
"How are you okay with this?" I ask him.
"Just get on with it." Derek demands.
"Ugh. Look - I don't know if I can do this." Stiles holds the saw above Derek's extremely muscular and big arm.
"Why not?" Derek asks.
"Well, because of the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone, and especially the blood!" My best friend squirms,
"You faint at the sight of blood?" I hyperactively ask him.
"No, but I might at the sight of a chopped-off arm!" He shouts as if it were obvious.
"All right, fine. How about this? Either you cut off my arm, or I'm gonna cut off your head."Derek, that's a bit too far...
"Okay, you know what, I'm so not buying your threats any-" He gets go it off by another angry look from the shirtless guy which suggests that he's trying to get along another death threat towards Stiles, "Oh, my God. Okay. All right, bought, sold. Totally. I'll do it. I'll do it. What? What are you doing? Holy God, what the hell is that?" Stiles squirms once more as black veins start to appear vividly around the, still-bulleted, bullet wound. Did I actually just say still-bulleted?
Derek rolls his eyes, "It's my body trying to heal itself."
"Well, it's not doing a very good job of it." Yeah, obviously, Stiles!
"Now. You gotta do it now." This is turning into an extremely chaotic situation.
"Look, honestly, I don't think I can."
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Temporary Fix >> S.S. & A.A.
WerewolfAfter leaving Beacon Hills and returning to find out her best friend got bitten by a werewolf, Jade Valet's life starts to become even more distant to what it was every day.
