Not A Normal Life(Teen Wolf fanfic)

Episode 4 (part 2)

I pulled up and parked and grabbed the key from the back. I opened the garage door kinda thing. When Stiles got a text "does Nordic blue monkshood mean anything to you?" Stiles asked.

"It's a rare form of wolfsbane. He has to bring me the bullet." Derek said to us.

"Why?" Stiles asked.

"Because I am going to die without it." stiles texted Scott while we walked into the vet room. Derek started taking of his shirt and my eyes instantly went to his tattoo on his back. My eyes drifted down to his arm. Oh God it looks really bad. He put the arm on the table.

"You know that really doesn't look like anything some axinisha and a good nights sleep couldn't take care of." Stiles said to Derek.

"When the infection reaches my heart it will kill me." He said while searching through cabnits.

"Positivity is just not in your vocabulary is it." Stiles said annoyed.

"If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time. I have a last resort." Derek said breathing in deeply. He looked like actual death.

"Which is?" I asked.

"Stiles is going to cut of my arm." Derek said to Stiles holding a small hand chizel thing. Stiles and I just looked at him in pure shock. Derek walked over to another cabinet and grabbed a rubber band to put around his arm to cut off surculation.

I grabbed the rubber band from him as he was struggling and tied it around. Stiles grabbed the hand saw and pressed the button for it to start, "Oh my God." Stiles said and put it back on the table. "What if you bleed to death?" Stiles asked.

"It will heal if it works." Derek said to us.

"Look. I don't know if I can do this." Stiles said breathing in.

"Why not." Derek asked annoyed.

"Well the cutting through the flesh the sawring through the bone and especially the blood." He said when his voiced cracked at the end.

"You faint at the sight of blood." Derek said pissed off.

"No. But I might at the sight of a chopped of arm." Derek breathed in and out trying to stay alive.

"Alright. How about this, either you cut of my arm or I am going to cut off your head." Derek said pissed af.

"Stiles shut up and you too Derek. I will do it OK?" I said annoyed of there crap.

"What no your not." Stiles said. "Scott would kill me if he found out that his little sister cut of some dudes arm."

"Well you don't get a say. I am doing it." Derek started to move his head to the side of the table and vomited up black liquid.

"What is that?" I asked.

"It's my body trying to heal itself."

"Well its not doing a very good job of it." Stiles said while looking like he was about to vomit himself.

"Now you have to do it now." Derek said facing me. I grabbed the hand saw a pressed the button and relised it. I was getting more and more nervous. I positioned the saw on Desks arm.

"Alright. OK. On the count of 3. 1. 2." I put my finger on the button ready to go. "3." Just when I said that I heard Scott's voice. "Scott." I said while he walked in looked at me down to Derek then to Stiles.

"What the he'll are you doing?" Scott questioned. Stiles let out a breath of relief while I out the saw back on the table.

"You just prevented a life time of nightmares." Stiles said. Amen to that.

"Did you get it?" Derek asked. Scott reached through his pockets to he took out a bullet and handed it over to Derek.

"What are you going to do with it?" I asked Derek.

"I'm gonna. I'm gonna. I'm." Was all he got out before he collabsed to the ground dropping the bullet. Scott lunged for the bullet while Stiles and I went to Derek.

"Derek? Derek, Derek. Come on wake up." I asked slapping his face a bit.

"Scott what the he'll are we going to do?" Stiles asked Scott.

"I don't know. I can't reach it." He said while trying to reach the bullet that rolled under a trolley and into a drain.

"He isn't waking up." I said panicking.

"I think he's dying. I think he's dead." Stiles said panicking as well.

"OK just hold on. I've got it. I've got it!" Scott yelled out to us.

"Please don't kill me for this." Stiles said while lifting up his fist and punching Derek's face. Derek jolted up while Stiles cradled his fist. Stiles and I helped him up.

Derek took the cap off of the bullet and got the powder from it out. He grabbed a lighter and light it up. It went up in sparks and went back to normal while blue smoke was coming out of it. Derek grabbed the powder and shuved it into his wound. He screamed out of pain and walked backwards towards me while I quickly jumped back while he collapsed on the ground screaming out. The wound started healing it's self until it was completely healed.

"That was, awesome. Yes!" Stiles yelled out while Scott and I just looked at him. Derek stood up from the ground.

"Are you ok?" I asked worried.

"Except for agonizing pain." He said sarcastically.

"I guess the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health." Stiles said but Derek just gave him a death glare.

Ok. We saved your life, that means your going to leave us alone you got that, all of us. And if you don't I'm going to go back to Allison's dad and tell him everything. " Scott said.

"Your going to trust them. You think they can help you. "

"Well why not? They're a lot freaking nicer than you are."

"Yeah I can show you exactly how nice they are."

"What do you mean?" I asked him.
"Come with me Scott. Stiles and Willow go home." Derek said demanding.

"What I'm coming with Scott."

"No your not Willow go with Stiles." Scott said to me.

"What. Ah fine. See you at home." We all went our separate ways after that. "Thanks for dropping me off Stiles. See you later."

"Yep. See you soon."