Moonlight Tryst ✖︎ Teen Wolf

00006 ➳ Remember

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Lyn Hall's POV - 11 / 06 / 2014 : Beacon Hills 

"Wow." Deaton said, as he quietly observed Derek, his eyes wide.

"Wow? Wow as in, "I've seen this before and I know exactly what to do," kind of wow? 'Cause that's the kind of wow we were hoping for." Stiles said, as he stood besides the metal observation table. I sat still perched in my seat, my fingers tapping quietly against the fabric of my jeans as my eyes looked at the marble floor. 

"I think you might be overestimating my abilities." Deaton said, as I looked up. 

"He's cold. Really cold." Lydia whispered, her hand gently brushing against Derek's.

"Do you think this is permanent?" Scott asked, my mouth remained shut as I too was thinking the same.

"I'm not sure a medical diagnosis is even adequate. This is well beyond my experience." I licked my lips slowly, as Deaton moved around. 

"So what do we do with him?" Stiles asked, his eyes wide with apprehension.

"Until he wakes up? Probably not much. It might be best to leave him with me. He'll be safe here." Deaton spoke softly, as he poked and prodded, slowly checking to see if anything was physically wrong with the younger Derek. 

"You mean from Kate?" Scott stated.

"If she's alive and she is what you say she is, she won't be able to walk past that gate." Deaton confirmed. 

"Why would she want do this to him?" I scoffed quietly at Lydia's question, 'I mean, why would she want to burn his family alive?... because she's a sociopath.'

"Knowing Kate, it's probably for a reason that won't be any good for anyone but her. You guys should probably go home. He doesn't look to be in any danger. So maybe the rest of you should get some sleep? It is a school night...And you all need to start taking care of your own lives again." I crossed my arms, a bored expression consuming my facials as I looked upon the younger teens.

"Someone should stay with him." Scott said slowly, his eyes looking around the room. 

"I wasn't planning on going anywhere." I put in suggestively, my eyes cold, a polite smile tugging at my lips. 

"I'll stay. My grades are fine...Despite missing a few classes." Lydia also said, as her and I shared a look. 

"I'm so not okay with this." Stiles said, his eyes locked with Lydia's in a silent warning despite Deaton being here to prevent, me I suppose, from hurting her.  

"Guys, go."

"No." Stiles responded stubbornly. 

"Text us if anything happens." Scott said, before tugging at Stiles, forcefully dragging him away.

"Nope, still not okay with it. Not going anywhere. All right, just 'cause you're stronger..." Stiles voice trailed off down the hallway as I shared a look with Deaton. 

"Can you diagnose me yet?" he shrugged shaking his head, 

"I have absolutely no idea how you have lost your supernatural abilities." He paused curious, "Have there been any new developments." I sighed, 

"Well my heart stopped beating, and still hasn't started, yet I remain here. Alive?" I puckered my lips in utter bewilderment. "And I'm also not breathing at the moment, I inhale and exhale, yet no air comes in and no air comes out. Also my headaches have gotten progressively worse. It feels like my body is on fire, and there's nothing I can do until it stops." Deaton just shook his head, my hope slowly diminishing. 

"On the bright side I'm already dead." I chuckled lowly averting my eyes as I slowly walked down the hallway. Taking deep breaths I slumped against the wall, my hands slowly working there way to my hair as a slow tear rolled down my face. I picked up my phone, hesitating before dialling the familiar number.