Teen Wolf: Bitten

Chapter 4: Black Blood

Scott's POV
It was now 5 am and everything had gone silent. I unlocked the door and went in to find Stiles on floor shaking. He had broken all of the chains just lay on the floor, twitching.
"Stiles? What's wrong?"I said, reaching out to his cold body.
"S-Scott. I never w-want to go through t-that again."
"Are you in pain?"
"I'm sorry, Scott. I-"
He seemed delirious, like he wasn't really with it.
"Shhhh, Where does it hurt?"
"M-my chest"
"Let me take a look."
I crouched down and pulled up his shirt. His wound was looking almost like it did when I found him in the woods but there was black blood coming out of it.
His body was trying to heal itself but it couldn't
."DEREK?" I called and before I knew it he was stood right behind me.
"What's happening to him? What the hell is going on?" "His body is trying to heal itself but for some reason it can't!"Derek crouched down next to me and stared at Stiles.
"He's not letting himself heal, Scott. He is getting too worked up about everything and he is to stressed to heal. We need to calm him down!"
Stiles was still breathing heavily and shaking.
"Stiles you need to calm down, you need to let yourself heal." I said as I shook him a bit.
"I-I'm trying- I -" He glanced down at his chest. "Shit my blood is black, that can't be good."
"Your body is trying to heal you idiot but you won't let it. Calm the hell down Stiles."

Derek's POV
"We need to take him back to Alan. He'll know how to help." Scott shouted.
"Okay, let's get him to the jeep."
"I don't want to get blood in the back of my jeep!"
"I'm going to punch you in the nose in a minute if you don't shut up." I snapped.
"Derek!" Scott gasped.
Me and Scott lifted Stiles up and took him up the stairs, rushing him out of the house.
Scott started the car while I gently lay Stiles down in the back seat.
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I ran into the vets with Stiles draped around my shoulders, Scott was close behind. Alan was sat at his desk.
"He's not healing!" Scott shouted,
"Lay him down on the table!" Alan said, still managing to contain a calm composure. 
I slowly lay Stiles down on the table. I glanced down at my hands, noticing the black blood that now coated them.

Stiles' POV
"Scott, pass me the scissors, I need to cut open his shirt." shouted Alan.
Scott passed him the scissors. Great, I'm losing another one of my favourite tops. Note to self: don't wear your favourite top when being killed or on a full moon.
"I need you to clear your mind Stiles. You need to be calm so your wound can heal."
I tried to control my breathing. It was kind of like controlling a panic attack. I just need to clear my mind. Hold my breath. Breathe in. Breathe out.
" Stiles, I think it's working!" Scott yelled. "Just stay calm and keep doing whatever ever the hell you're doing!"
I closed my eyes and took in another deep breath in. I tried to take my mind off everything.
"STILES! It- it's healed." Scott said in amazement.
"Ohhhh thank god." I gasped, sitting up, the pain had almost now gone.
"Can I go home now?" Derek interrupted.
Jackass.
Before Scott could even reply, he was gone.
"Can I finally go home now? I need to see my dad!"
"Are you being serious Stiles? You literally just had black blood oozing out of a puncture in your chest!"
I sighed. He was right. I left too early the last time and look where it got me.
"He's right Stiles. You should probably stay here for the night, just in case."
"I'll call your dad." Scott said as he pulled out his phone.
"What? What the hell are you going to tell him?!"
"The truth Stiles!"
I felt a needle go into the side of my arm.
"No you can't...Scott...y-you can't!"