Human ➳ Derek Hale (IMPORTANT UPDATE)

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Lily was by no means a doctor and it wasn't something that she wanted to do in the future and yet there she was, trying to figure out what to do about Derek's injuries. It had been a struggle to get him in her jeep but she'd managed somehow, driving over to the animal clinic, only to find that the Alphas were already there. From then, Derek had murmured something about the loft, so she'd drove him there and yet again, struggled to get him in. Eventually, she'd managed to get him on the bed, ripping the tattered t-shirt and examining his wounds.

Derek's breathing was laboured, his stomach rising and falling irregularly. Decorating his torso were three long and deep gashes, black blood oozing from them. Lily's fingers hovered over the wounds, biting her lip anxiously as she had no idea what to do. This wasn't like the full moon where she could just clean the blood off – this required some more work.

Groaning, Derek shifted slightly, his heavy lidded eyes gazing up at her. "How bad is it?" he asked.

Tilting her head, she tried to come up with a response, mouth opening and closing awkwardly. "Uh," she began, "Let's just say that not even Mentos are gonna cut it this time." She received the desired results as his lips tilted up slightly. "What should I do, Derek?" Lily frowned, her voice quiet with fear. When he didn't respond, she rested her hand on his cheek, "Derek?" His eyes were shut and though his breathing was heavy, he didn't reply. "Derek? Derek?" Panicking, she checked his pulse at his neck, feeling relieved when she felt a surprisingly steady heartbeat. I guess he's just sleeping.

Warily, she stood from the bed, eyes locked on him to make sure she could still see the rising and falling of his chest. She ran her fingers through her hair, considering her options and what she could do. Remembering her phone, she raced over to it, attempting to call Stiles. Lily stood over Derek, watching him as she pressed the phone against her ear.

"The number you have dialled cannot be reached," said the annoying automatic response. Glaring at the phone, she tried again, only to be met with, "The number you have dialled cannot be reached."

Trying to stay calm, she tried Scott, "The number you have dialled cannot be reached." She called him again, "The number you have dialled cannot be reached."

She then tried Isaac, Boyd, Allison, Lydia and even Danny who she knew was on the trip with them, only to receive the same response over and over again. "The number you have dialled cannot be reached."

Not even her texts were sending to them and frustrated, she threw her phone on the table, going over and checking his pulse again. Lily found that he was still unresponsive, but his heartbeat was still going steady, reassuring her ever so slightly.

Blinking away the tears in her eyes, she decided that she could at least clean him up while she tried to figure out what was wrong and why he wasn't healing. Scouring the loft, she found some stuff to clean him up, discarding the ruined t-shirt and cleaning away the black blood. As she did so, he briefly came back into consciousness, eyes barely open as he stared at her.

"You've been cleaning me up a lot lately," he murmured.

Lily could tell he was trying to lighten the mood – she knew that things were bleak if Derek Hale was attempting to brighten things up. Sighing, she frowned, "I wish I wouldn't have to."

"I prefer it to the alternative," he replied.

She eyed him, scoffing bitterly, "There's an alternative to you getting hurt and you keep picking this instead? It must be the worst alternative imaginable." He didn't respond, only grunting, his eyes flickering open and shut. Wanting to keep him awake and feeling curiosity get the better of her, she inquired, "What is it? The alternative?"