CHAPTER FIFTY

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"A brand-new war began, one that no one else could feel

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"A brand-new war began, one that no one else could feel."
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The moment we get back onto American soil, I dial Lydia's number so that we can explain everything to her.

She agrees to meet at the animal clinic so we can ask Deaton what the hell happened to Derek and why the hell he's sixteen again. After what feels like ages, the Jeep finally rides into Beacon Hills and Stiles drops Kira and Malia off at their respective homes before we make our way over to the animal clinic. I see Lydia's car and all but jump out of Stiles' moving one into the rainy night.

Jumping because one, I'm happy to be reunited with Lydia after spending God knows how long with Malia and two, because of needing to get inside with Derek as soon as possible.

Scott and Stiles rush into the backseat, grabbing Derek's unconscious body to bring him inside. Lydia steps out of her car and we follow the boys inside. As we get into the exam room, Scott and Stiles lay Derek on the exam table. Stiles comes over to me as Deaton looks over Derek's body on the table.

Deaton looks totally stunned at the condition Derek is in. "Wow," he mutters.

I make my way over to Lydia, standing beside her as Stiles takes the spot next to me. "Wow?" he repeats. "Wow, as in, I've seen this before and I know exactly what to do kind of wow? 'Cause that's the kind we were hoping for."

"I think you might be overestimating my abilities," Deaton answers honestly.

I glance at Lydia, who knows that one of us could find something out by touching him. She reaches for Derek's hand, grasping it in hers. "He's cold," she says, nodding at me, and I assume she hasn't found anything else out, "really cold."

Focusing on Derek, I try to see if I can feel anything out of the ordinary with his energy. I raise my hand and place it over his, just barely touching the frigid skin.

Nope, nothing, nada, zilch.

I pull my hand away as Deaton reaches for Derek's other hand, feeling for his pulse. He then pulls a thin flashlight out of his pocket and tries to look into Derek's eyes to see if he has a concussion.

"Do you think this is permanent?" Scott asks.

"I'm not sure a medical diagnosis is even adequate," Deaton tells us regretfully. "This is well beyond my experience."

"So, what do we do with him?" Stiles asks.

"Until he wakes up? Probably not much," Deaton responds. "It might be best to leave him with me. He'll be safe here."

"You mean safe from Kate?" I question for clarification, but I have a feeling I already know the answer.

I'm still having a hard time believing that she's still alive.

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