This IS My Normal

004

I was walking through the halls at school when I started to smell something foul. I continued to walk through the halls as I followed the smell. I turned the corner and saw Derek Hale. I don't think he saw me as I turned to go find Stiles, knowing that Scott would be headed to Alison's on a date.

I ran to Stiles jeep and knocked on the window.

"What are you doing here? Was I supposed to take you home today?" "What? No" I answered, "I just saw Derek in the school". "What? Get in!" I did just that.

As Stiles pulled out his car we were met with Derek Hale in the middle of the parking lot. There was a car behind us and we couldn't get out. Derek then collapsed on the ground. Before I knew it, Scott ran up to Derek and Stiles left the car.

I stayed in the car and listened to Scott and Derek talk. Something about 48 hours and being shot. But who shot him?

Scott grabbed Derek and walked him towards the car. I took that as a sign to jump in the back seat.

I wasn't too sure about this. Derek has no reason to trust us. We kind of have no reason to trust him. The whole dynamic was weird to me. I just decided to sit back and be quiet. There wasn't really anything I was dying to say anyways.

"Try not to bleed out on my seats, okay? We're almost there" Stiles tells Derek. "Almost where" the injured man asks. Stiles takes a deep sigh before answering with, "Your house".

Derek looked up at him instantly. "What? No, you can't take me there." He seemed scared. Stiles wasn't picking up on that.

"I can't take you to your own house?" Stiles asks. "Not when I can't protect myself."

Stiles then pulled over. I broke my silence. "What are you doing Stiles? We need to keep moving." I wish I hadn't broken my silence because the hyper boy just ignored me.

He took off his seat belt and turned to Derek. "What happens if Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet? Hmm? Are you dying?" "Not yet. I have a last resort." "What do you mean? What last resort!?" Stiles yelled at the man.

Derek lifted his sleeve up to reveal his wound. I couldn't look away. Stiles was immediately disgusted.

"What is that" Stiles manages to say after gagging, "Is that contagious? You should probably get out". "Start the car. Now" Derek directed.

Stiles now thinking he wasn't scared of Derek, decided to mouth him. "I don't think you should be barking orders with the way you look. In fact, I think if I wanted to, I could probably drag your little werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and leave you for dead." I sat back in my seat and rolled my eyes.

Derek stared at him, in an attempt to intimidate the young boy. "Start the car, or I'm gonna rip your throat out with my teeth." Stiles hesitated but ultimately started the car back up. Making Derek's intimidation attempt a success.

As the night progressed, Stiles ended up pulling over and calling Scott. Apparently Derek needs a certain bullet to help him with his gunshot wound. That certain bullet would be found at one, Alison's house. Eventually, Scott told Stiles to bring Derek to the animal shelter that he works at. So, he did.

Derek's smell was starting to stink up the car. It was unbearable. We finally made it to the clinic and got Derek inside.

Now, we just had to wait for Scott. We didn't have much time left. Derek was visibly slipping away by minute.

Derek instructs Stiles to cut his arm off if Scott doesn't arrive in time.

"Derek, I I I can't cut off your arm! There has to be another solution right? What if you bleed to death?" "It'll heal if it works" Derek responded as he tied off his arm. "Okay, why can't Emilia do it?" "Because I asked you" Derek tells him. Earning a smile from me.

"Look, I don't know if I can do this" Stiles admits. "Why?" "Well, because of the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone, and especially the blood!" I couldn't help but laugh. "You faint at the sight of blood?" "No, but I might at the sight of a chopped off arm!"

Derek surprisingly was still putting up with this. Losing his patience with each second passing. "If you don't cut off my arm, I'm gonna cut off your head". "Okay, you know I'm not so buying your threats anymore." Derek reaches across the table and grabs the boy by his shirt. He fearfully tells Derek that he'd do it, in more words or less.

Scott comes in just in time as Stiles was going to saw off his arm. Scott gave Derek the bullet and he dropped it the bullet as he passed out onto the floor. The bullet fell through a drain that Scot managed to grab.

Stiles punched Derek awake just as Scott grabbed the bullet. Derek took apart the bullet and burned what looked to be a plant that was inside. He put the burned substance on his wound and screamed in pain. His arm healed up in front of us within seconds. As if nothing was ever there.

"Okay, we saved your life, which means you're gonna leave us alone. You got that? And if you don't, I'm gonna go back to Allison's dad, and I'm gonna tell him everything-" "You're gonna trust them? You think they can help you?" Derek cuts Scott off. "Why not? They're a lot freaking nicer than you are!"

"Nice? Nice! Scott! They're the ones who shot at Derek! They're the ones who shot at you! And you want to trust them and tell them you know a wolf? Smart." I spoke up. "Why are you defending him?" Scott asked me. "Because Derek has literally done no wrong that we know of. It's just accusations after accusations and no proof. He's been trying to help us, help you! Why can't you see that?"

They were all speechless. "I'll show you how nice they are" Derek tells Scott as he takes him out of the shelter.

The truth is, I don't know what it is. Something about Derek makes me want to trust him. It's like I'm drawn to him in some sort of way.

"So, did you want a ride home or..." Stiles asked me. "Huh? Oh, that'd be nice. Do you think we should maybe clean up first?"