Without you

Magic Bullet: 2

Stiles face morphs into disgust and struggle as he helps Georgia get Derek into the Vetinarian Clinic.

His eyes glance at the man's arm as he tries not to gag. "Okay. You know, that really doesn't look like anything some echinacea and a good night of sleep couldn't take care of."

"When the infection reaches my heart, it'll kill me." Derek breathes were getting shorter and he was gasping more, he was paler, he was in fact right now, dying.

""Positivity" just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?" Stiles shakes his head, Georgia closes her eyes with a sigh and Derek being deadly serious as always looks at the boy.

"If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time - Last resort." Derek rushes over to the drawers in the clinic, frantically searching for something that will release him from the pain.

"Which is?" Stiles asks standing next to Georgia who's eyebrows are furrowed as she worries about her friends health.

"You're gonna cut off my arm." The man spins around with a small electric saw, probably used for when an animal needs something amputated or cut out their skin,

Georgia shudders at the thought of Derek having one arm.

Stiles tries to hide his panic but fails as he descends into a full blown panic. "Oh, my God. What if you bleed to death?"

"Does he really have to cut off your arm?" Georgias heart was racing, she was scared and she couldn't believe Derek was suggesting her best friend cut off his arm.

"It'll heal if it works." Derek turns to assure the girl with softness in his eyes, even if he was dying and his senses were messed up he could hear her heart beat through it.

Stiles on the other hand didn't notice their moment as his face contorted disgust and he visibly shaked himself off thinking of having to cut a man's arm off, "Ugh. Look - I don't know if I can do this."

"Why not?" Derek stared threatenly at the boy before him, didn't he understand this would be the only way he could survive?

Stiles huffed dramatically, turning to his favourite shield: sarcasm. "Well, because of the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone," Stiles eyes turned manic. "and especially the blood!"

Derek barely holding onto consciousness scoffs. "You faint at the sight of blood?"

"No, but I might at the sight of a chopped - off arm!" The younger boy shoots his pointer fingers at the arm in question.

"All right, fine." Derek sighs. "How about this? Either you cut off my arm, or I'm gonna cut off your head." He grits his teeth irritated.

"Okay, you know what, I'm so not buying your threats any -" Stiles is cut off by Derek pulling him over the desk by the collar of his shirt.

"DEREK!" Georgia shouts.

"Oh, my God. Okay. All right, bought, sold. Totally. I'll do it. I'll do it."

Derek takes off his shirt, if he wasn't in so much pain and agony Georgia would appreciate his build.

"What? What are you doing? Holy God, what the hell is that?" Stiles gags at the black bile that's just projected from the man's body.

"It's my body - Trying to heal itself." Derek explains grabbing onto the counter for extra support. Georgia rushes to his side supporting him by letting him lean against her, his good arm circles around her waist.

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

"Stiles can you be helpful for two minutes?" Georgia huffs as Derek leans more weight onto her.