Teen Wolf: All Grown Up

42. Hypertension

A dark, miserable hospital. Broken lights, broken walls and broken hearts. Sadly, Scott had now joined the broken heart club and given Stiles an even bigger one. Yet somehow, Stiles and I were left to handle the police who were called upon reported damage by the police. I pointed out to Stiles that there were not just police present but FBI agents."Just perfect," Stiles sighed. He rolled his eyes.

I smiled a little, "hit both your kneecaps lightly."

The boy turned to me befuddled; he still complied with my request whilst I approached the officer.

"Hello, sir," I greeted the handsome man.

He raised his eyebrow toward me, "what's your name?" he rashly asked.

"Atticus, sir."

He looked me up and down. I followed suit, noticing how dirty my clothes are.

"So Atticus," the man said, fiddling with a pencil in hand, "what happened here?"I looked around, "I don't know, sir."

"You're trying to tell me you and Stiles were the only ones left here. However, you don't know what happened here."

"I do not sir, Stiles and I were trapped in the elevator after visiting our ill friend Cora Hale."

The older man wrote what I assumed to be the name down to check my story. Then the man with the McCall name scribbled on the back of his pad continued.

"Well, Atticus, if you were just in the elevator, why are your clothes so dirty?"

"Mr McCall, may I call you that?" I cheekily remark at the officer, not waiting for him to reply, "I was trapped in an elevator with a cute guy. A really cute guy. Luckily he really likes my body, so I did him the favour of taking my clothes off to make the experience a bit more enjoyable."

The man looked at me with frustration in his eyes, "don't test me, kid, it's been a long day already, and it's only the morning."

"Don't believe me?" I asked, "his knees will be pretty red from spending hours on them."

I walk off and go on my phone. It was a message from Issac: Cora was worse than before. Black was seeping from her mouth; I needed to go. I went over to Stiles mid answer interrogation and planted a heated kiss onto his mouth. He relaxed and melted into the kiss. Hope that relieving emotional tension would make things tight elsewhere.

I got to Derek's loft to be greeted by Issac at the door. His tight hugs were welcome; I missed Issac. We hadn't seen each other much since he started talking to my sister. Just occasionally when he didn't feel like staying around Scott's house.

He looked tense. However, I couldn't tell if it was sadness or frustration. I'm sure we will talk it out later. I hated seeing Issac like this; he seems like the shell he was before he grew up again. When Issac slid the door back and my heart sunk a little. A visual depiction of death. A normally fit and healthy woman laying there, slimmer than usual. She was drenched in sweat, especially on her forehead. Further down in her face, her lips troubled me. Ink black unidentifiable liquid 

coming from her mouth.

I turned and noticed Peter, who sat ominously perched at the top of the spiral steps. I had always felt uncomfortable around him, perhaps it's got something to do with him slashing my mother's throat. The electric blue eyes unsettled me, I never will understand what is going on inside them. Perhaps one of the only people I cannot read.

By the time I reached the other side of Cora, she was wheezing softly next to me. She seemed barely conscious and didn't respond to my touch.

Within my power, I tried to energise Cora. The only difficulty was that she wasn't responding at all. I had some responsibility in the past, but now she isn't taking any of it.

"What's wrong? Why did you stop?" Derek asked softly, lacking any malice in his voice whatsoever.

I looked down at Cora sympathetically, "she isn't responding, I can't give her anything."

"She's dying, isn't she?" Issac asked sadly.

"We don't know."

"I know, she is dying. I hate to hurt anyone's feelings, but it won't improve the situation," I interject to Derek's response.

"So what are you gonna do Derek?" Issac persisted, "now that the only person willing to help cant do anything."

With a look of numbness, Derek responded, "I don't know."

"Wanna figure something out?" the beta began to become increasingly upset. His eyes pooled with tears, threatening to roll down his cheeks.

"While Atticus, Scott and Stiles were out there trying to help people from getting killed, you were in here rolling around the sheets with the actual killer. Do you know how many people she's killed? Erica and Boyd are dead, Cora is dying, and you are in here doing nothing!" He practically cried at his alpha.

I got up to console my friend in his time of grieving.

"Issac, it's okay," I console.

"Why did you do this to us, Derek?" the distressed teen wept some more, "was it all about the power? Were you bored? Were you lonely?"

"Maybe," Derek answered bluntly, seeming ashamed of his actions.

Issac looked livid, broken and betrayed by someone he trusted.

"I told Cora I wouldn't leave her side," Derek said, "I'll help the others when I figure out how to help her."

"There's no time!" Issac shouted at his alpha, "the full moon is coming. The sheriff and Melissa are going to be dead, so we are gonna try and help them," Issac placed his hand on my shoulder, knowing I would be doing the same thing.

"You can sit there and perfect the act of doing nothing!" Issac yelled one last time before slamming the loft door shut.

Issac and I drive to Stiles, Allison and Chris to help with the next steps. I'm glad I have Issac on my side, whilst everyone underestimates him, he continues to amaze me.