𝐄𝐗𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐄 - 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅

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- The Tell

Bethany and Hope were currently sitting in the back of Stiles's blue Jeep that was driving down the two-lane highway with an agitated and annoyed Stiles behind the wheel and Derek that was in the passengers seat. A shrill tone pierces through the air as Stiles pulled out his phone groaning loudly in irritation on having to drive Derek to his house even though he didn't trust the werewolf and blames Scott for the situation he is in while The McCall boy was with his girlfriend.

Bethany held her phone in her hand typing several messages to Scott but she hasn't had any reply from him. She just hopes that Scott is trying his best to find some kind of cure from the deadly poison wound that Derek has as she didn't want to get stuck with either Stiles or Derek for the rest of the day only to hear them bickering with one another, " Hey, try not to bleed out on my seats, okay? We're almost there" Stiles informed glancing at Derek who looked sickly pale due to the poison in his bloodstream.

"Almost where?" Derek quietly questioned grabbing ahold of his arm as he glanced at Stiles who rolled his eyes shooting him a look and stated the obvious, " your house" Derek's eyes widened at Stiles words glaring over at Stiles and loudly exclaimed, "What? No, you can't take me there" Bethany and Hope shared a look before turning their attention back to Derek and Stiles as the Stilinski teen raised his brows in confusion and resorted, "I can't take you to your own house?"

Derek scoffed his disbelief, narrowing his eyes at the boy in annoyance and pointed out, "Not when I can't protect myself." The spastic boy clenches his jaw in irritation turning the steering wheel towards the side of the road. The Jeep pulls up beside the sidewalk as Stiles turned off the engine turning to face Derek and snapped, "What happens if Scott doesn't find your magic bullet? Hmm? Are you dying?"

Bethany and Hope's eyes both widened at the words that came from Stiles mouth causing the two to scold the Stilinski boy, " Stiles!" He turned to face the sisters shrugging his shoulders casually not bothered by the slightest as Derek shook his head and informed, "Not yet. I have a last resort." Stiles frowned in confusion as he stared at the werewolf having no idea what he was talking about and questioned, "What do you mean? What last resort?"

Derek pulled the sleeve of his shift up revealing the bleeding bullet wound in his forehead only for Stiles to gag at the sight of blood oozing from the wound with dark veins surrounding the bullet wound causing Hope and Bethany to turn away with a look of disgust on their faces, "Oh, my God. What is that? Oh, is that contagious? You know what, you should probably just get out." Stiles commented leaning back in his seat averting his eyes away from the  wound.

Bethany rolled her eyes with an amused smile on her face at Stiles reaction towards the wound on Derek's forearm as she mused, " it's just a little blood, be a man about it" she taunted the Stilinski boy who narrowed his eyes at the blonde not amused by the slightest as Hope chuckled at the two of them with a smile on her face as she wished she had close friends like her sister had with Stiles and Scott as she knew they would always be there for one another no matter what.