Game of Survival - Teen Wolf

1.14

When they got to the animal clinic, the key was where Scott said it would be. Between Stiles and Isabelle, they helped Derek inside the clinic, sitting him down on the nearest thing which happened to be dog food. Isabelle pressed the back of her hand to his forehead, feeling the heat radiating off him.

Werewolves don't get sick. It was a part of their healing. Isabelle had never seen her cousin like this, so weak and pale. She was worrying even more. Derek took notice, taking and holding her hand as best as he could.

"Does Northern Blue Monkshood mean anything to you?" Stiles asked as he looked down at his phone. Derek and Isabelle looked at each other with a shared look of dread.

"It's a rare form of wolfsbane." Isabelle explained lightly, taking the phone and typing in instructions for Scott.

"He has to bring the bullet."

"Why?"

Isabelle looked back at Derek and sighed heavily. "Cause he's going to die without it."

"Let's get him inside." Stiles took the keys and opened the door leading inside the animal clinic.

Stiles flipped the lights on in one of the rooms of the vet. Derek struggled to take off his shirt so Isabelle had to help him take it off. Stiles almost barfed when he saw the dark veins on his arm.

"Okay, you know, that really doesn't look like anything, some echinacea and a good night's sleep couldn't take care of..." Stiles said, trying to lighten the situation.

Derek panted. "When the infection reaches my heart, it'll kill me."

"Positivity' just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?"

"If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time-- last resort." Derek said as he rummaged around the cabinets,

"Which is...?" Derek held up an amputator that was meant for dogs, but it would still work the same for him. "You're gonna cut off my arm."

"Derek!" Isabelle gasped, she knew it was the only other way to save him. Cut his arm off to stop the wolfsbane from spreading. But the thought terrified her.

"Oh, my God. What if you bleed to death?" Stiles says with a groan clearly disguised with the idea.

"It'll heal...if it works..." Derek muttered as he tied a blue band around his arm, just above the dark veins.

"Ugh. Look, I don't know if I can do this." Isabelle muttered, feeling sick to her stomach.

"Why not?"

"Well, because of the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone, and especially the blood!" Stiles yelled.

"You faint at the sight of blood?" Derek questioned.

"No, but I might at the sight of a chopped-off arm!"

Derek lurched over to the side and threw up black liquid. Stiles gagged and Isabelle had to look away before she barfed herself. "Holy God, what the hell is that?"

"It's his body...trying to heal itself..." Isabelle said, partially gagging as she grabbed Stiles's arm tightly. This was disgusting. Partly for two reasons, one was that Derek was dying. The second being that she couldn't bare to see him in any more pain.

"Well, it's not doing a very good job of it."

"STILES!"

Isabelle was relieved when Scott burst through the doors of the clinic. Stiles was equally relieved. "Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares!"

"Did you get it?" Derek asked eagerly. Scott pulled the bullet out and handed it to Derek, who straightened up and took it.

"What are you gonna do with it?" Stiles asked curiously.