Another Stilinski ∆ bt

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A/N: So pre-warning I may not have every conversation correct and if chunks of them are missing don't hate me. I rather get it almost right than completely wrong.

Double update 'cuz I felt bad about the short prologue

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[01/Why is a werewolf stabbing Scott?]

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"I need to go look for a deputy of mine, if you want to come along you can but I'll need you to stay in the car," Sheriff said to Desira while he walked towards the door.

"Yeah, I'll come along. Not like I've got something better to do here."

Together they walked to the cruiser and started off to find Deputy Parrish. The radio crackled and other officers spoke in coded words. After an awkwardly silent car ride of nearly twenty minutes, the pair arrived to the house where the police had received a noise complaint from. Sheriff Stilinski gratefully got out of the vehicle. Desira did as she was told and sat less than patiently in the cruiser. About a minute later she couldn't wait any longer, she stepped out and walked cautiously into the gigantic house.

Under the roof she could hear the thundering rain pouring down. Desira could hear her uncle talking to someone, curiosity overtook her as she walked in the direction of the voices. They lead her to a set of stairs, most likely leading to a basement. Tiptoeing down the steps, Desira saw her uncle bend over to help a man up. A light gasp escaped her lips as she saw the man she assumed to be Parrish. He was cut deeply in the abdomen, bleeding heavily. At the sound of Desira's gasp, Sheriff turned towards her.

"Desira, I told you to stay in the car. You're almost as bad as Stiles."

Instead of replying to her uncle, Desira ran towards them and helped to carry the young looking male. The two of them hurried to get him to the car in hopes to keep him from bleeding out. After setting him in the backseat, they drove to the hospital. Sheriff pulled out his phone and called Melissa McCall, her cousin's, best friend's mom. As soon as they arrived to the hospital after a short and speedy ten minutes, Melissa was on them helping carry the injured Parrish to a secluded area. 

"Desira, you should wait out here," Melissa said.

"Why? I think I can handle watching you help this guy out."

"Desira, just stay out here please," her uncle now said.

Sighing quietly she stopped just outside the door. She heard the two adults speaking softly but she couldn't make out any words. She attempted to peek through the window of the door but she was too short. Five minutes and no one had come to inform her of Parrish's condition. A boy walked up beside her after a few more minutes of Desira still trying to sneak a glance in the operating room. The boy held up a finger to his mouth to signal silence. He then leaned in to the door as if he were listening too. Maybe he knows Parrish or Melissa, Desira thought.

"Hey, I'm Liam," he said as softly as the voices inside the other room.

"Desira," she simply stated, "What are you doing?"

Liam only smiled in response and then proceeded to edge closer to the door. He stayed silent for a short period of time, a minute at most, before he turned his head slightly and his baby blue eyes almost fell out of his head. 

"We've got to go," Liam said suddenly, grabbing at Desira's arm and pulling gently. 

"Um, o-okay?" She said letting him guide her to the exit.