~Almost a tragic death~

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Derek was leaning against the metal door breathing heavily watching his veins become black further into his shoulder. He has become even more paler than earlier and it really started to worry her.
«When the infection reaches my heart It will kill me.»He said between breaths.

«Wow Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary, isn't it?» Stiles said sarcastically as getting death glare from both them.

«If Scott doesn't get me the bullet in time...» He said starting to look around the cabinets and opening the drawers.«Last resort»He said .

«Which is?»She said curious

«You are gonna cut my arm»He said turning to them with an electric saw in hand.

«Are you serious?» She said disgusted at the thought of cutting an arm of. Y/n honestly couldn't deal with blood it always made her sick and Stiles didn't either. He slide the electric saw towards Stiles.

«Oh god what if you bleed to death?» Stiles whines taking the saw.

«It'll heal»He replied now panting even heavier. He took a blue ribbon and tied it around his arm.

«Uhh look I don't know if I can do this» Stiles said squinting his eyes in disgust looking at the wound.

«Why not?» He said yelling at him

«Well maybe because the thought of cutting through the flesh, the sawing bone and Especially the blood»

«You faint to sight of blood?»He questioned annoyed at the boy in front of him.

«No but I might to the sight of an arm being chopped off»He yelled back

«Okay how about this? Either you cut off my arm or I'm gonna cut off her head»He argues not wanting to waste anymore time.

«You know what? I'm not buying any of these threats anymo-» Stile started to say but suddenly she was pulled by the neck and felt his sharp claws around her neck.

«Never though you had in you»Y/n said smirking at him.« Come on Derek I know that you must have though about doing this before» the witch said watching him looking at her directly in the eyes.Before he could say anything he moved his head to side and started to vomit some black liquid.

«Oh what the hell is that?» Stiles said with a disgusted face.

«It's my body...trying to heal itself»

«Well it's not doing a very good job»

«You ha-have to do it now»Derek said struggling handing Stiles the saw.

«I don't know»He said moving back and forth around the table.

«Give it to me I'll do it.» She said taking the saw and placing it on his arm. She closed her eyes and started to groan as she was ready to cut his arm off but before she could do anything we heard a voice.

«Stiles?Y/n?» It was Scott. He entered the room out of breath.
«What are you doing?» He asked them once he saw Y/n with a saw in hand.

«Oh thank god you just prevented a lifetime of nightmare» He said sighing loudly both of them feeling relieved.

«I agree I think I have enough trauma» Y/n said dropping the saw on the floor.

«Did you get it?» Derek asked weakly interrupting the conversation that they just had.
Scott pulled out the golden bullet out of his pocket handing it to Derek.

«What are you gonna do with it?»Stiles asked as the three of them watched him stare at the bullet in his hand.

«I'm gonna...I'm gonn-» He started to say but then his eyes rolled and fell on the floor. Y/n knelt down next to him and slapped his cheeks gently trying to wake him up. Meanwhile Scott was trying to get the bullet that had fallen under a drawer.

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