The sharp tip of a needle glints under the overhead light as Dr. Deaton lowers the syringe towards a small terrier held by Scott. Kyle, the dog's owner, watches with visible anxiety.
"It's not going to hurt him, is it?" Kyle asks, his voice tinged with worry.
"Just a little," Deaton replies with a calming smile. "But, to be honest, I usually find it's the owners..." Deaton quickly jabs the needle in, and the dog barely flinches while Kyle draws a terrified breath. "...who feel the most pain," he finishes with a knowing smile. Kyle lets out a nervous laugh, clearly embarrassed. Scott picks up the dog and helps him down to the floor.
"We'll let you know if we find any parasites in the sample, but my guess is he probably just ate something he shouldn't have," Deaton reassures, petting the dog as Kyle leashes him. Scott notices the dog's name tag: Bullet.
"Cool name," Scott comments, grinning.
"He's got two brothers at home named Beretta and Trigger. Military family," Kyle explains with a touch of pride. Bullet rolls onto his back, showing his belly to Scott in a playful, submissive gesture.
"Guess he knows who the Alpha is," Kyle jokes.
Scott laughs nervously, while Deaton gives a more thoughtful, concerned look, catching onto Kyle's coincidental choice of words. Realizing he's still holding the syringe, Deaton turns and drops it into a bin marked HAZARDOUS.
Outside in the parking lot, Kyle's car door clicks open. He unleashes Bullet, waiting for him to jump into the back seat.
"Let's go, buddy," Kyle coaxes, but Bullet won't budge. Even when Kyle nudges him, the dog just lets out a soft whine. Finally, Kyle picks him up and places him on the seat. As soon as Kyle reaches to close the door, Bullet darts out, racing across the lot.
"Hey!" Kyle calls, running after him.
Inside, Scott is busy in the examining room, pulling the lid off a container marked BULLET to prepare the sample. Suddenly, he pauses. "Hey Doc, I think I found something," Scott calls out, his curiosity piqued.
Deaton steps in to look over his shoulder, "Rinse it off."
Scott rinses it as Deaton grabs a tweezer and picks up a small, white berry from the sample.
"What is it?" Scott asks, intrigued.
"Definitely poisonous. For the dog, and actually, you as well," Deaton replies.
"Wolfsbane?" Scott guesses.
"No. Mistletoe," Deaton corrects, his voice serious.
A frantic barking snaps Scott's head up. He hears it coming from outside, distant but alarming. Yanking off his gloves, he heads for the double doors, pulling them open and rushing outside.
Scott barely has a moment to react as Bullet charges toward him. He kneels down, and the terrified dog leaps into his arms, seeking protection. Holding Bullet close, Scott looks around the empty alley. The dumpster is slightly out of place, but there's no sign of Kyle.
Nothing at all.
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Amid the chaotic rush of boys changing into sweats and shorts in the locker room, Scott, Stiles, and Cody huddle close at their lockers, whispering in hushed tones.
"We looked everywhere," Scott says, his voice low and serious. "It's like he just walked away. Left the dog and his car."
Stiles looks worried, biting his lip. "What if he was a virgin? You think he was a virgin?"
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competition, allison argent
Fanfictionin which lydia martin has a twin brother that loves competition. [allison argent x male!oc] [season 1 - 6]
