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013, orphaned

season 4
episode: 6

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Brett convulses violently on the table, his muscles tensing and seizing as yellow foam spills from his mouth. His groans fill the room, growing louder with each spasm.

"What the hell is happening to this kid?" Stiles exclaims, his voice strained as he tries to pin down Brett's flailing arm. I struggle on the other side, forcing his other arm against the table with everything I've got.

"He's been poisoned by a rare wolfsbane," Deaton announces grimly, preparing a surgical blade. "I need to make an incision and you need to hold him as still as possible."

"We're trying!" I say through gritted teeth, pushing down as hard as I can while Derek holds Brett's legs.

"Hey, Derek, how about a little werewolf strength?" Stiles snaps, glancing over.

"Yeah, I'm not the only one here with werewolf strength," he shoots back, casting a quick glance at me before focusing on Brett.

I roll my eyes but lean in, applying more pressure. Brett thrashes harder, his body twitching uncontrollably beneath us.

"If you can't hold him still, the incision might kill him," Deaton warns.

Brett bucks violently, his growls growing louder.

"Guys, he's slipping! I don't think I can hold him!" Stiles shouts, panic creeping into his voice.

"Don't let go!" I yell.

"It's not that easy!" Stiles yells back, gritting his teeth as Brett surges against us.

Suddenly, Brett lets out a deafening roar, his eyes blazing with fury as he throws all three of us off him with one brutal push. I stumble backward, slamming into the wall. Stiles crashes into the exam table, while Derek nearly topples over. Brett, wild eyed and frantic, gets off the table, growling as his gaze darts around the room.

Before any of us can react, Peter strides into the room and delivers a clean, sharp punch to Brett's face. The impact sends Brett crashing to the floor, unconscious.

"Oh, what a nice surprise," I mutter under my breath, glaring at Peter.

Peter smirks. "Guess I still have a little werewolf strength myself."

"Yeah, maybe more than a little," Derek says darkly, inspecting the deep claw marks on his arm from Brett. His face tightens as he watches them. They're not healing.

Stiles, crouched beside Brett, suddenly notices something's wrong. "Hey, Doc, I don't think he's breathing,"

Deaton rushes over, his expression hardening as he examines Brett. I quickly circle the table and kneel beside Stiles, our eyes meeting briefly in concern.