Peter Hale-Imagines (Request open)

I did this for you

Scott and I were carring Derek inside his loft. He had his arms behind our necks and we were struggling to get inside without falling. We placed him on his bed and Scott told me that he had to go finding the others as soon as he can. I nooded and turned my look to my boyfriend who was laying unconscious in his bed. Despair enveloped my heart. His shirt and jeans were all ripped and bloody wounds covered his chest and limbs. Desperatly, I shouted Peter's name.

"You don't have to yell, woman. I am a werewolf and I still have a perfect hearing." he said as he descended the stairs. He stopped at the base of the stairs, eyes wide open when he saw in what condition was his nephew.

"Please help me." I cried, holding Derek's hand in my own and looking at Peter with teary eyes.

"Go to the bathroom and bring some washcloths and put them in cold water." He said.

I ran in that room and took everything. When I returned, I saw Peter throwing away Derek's ripped shirt. We both started to clean Derek's wounds and bandaged them.

"Is he going to be ok?" I asked.

"I don't know. Those wounds are deep. What happened?" He asked me.

"We were on our way back home and an asassin appeared. He had a sword and Derek pushed me aside and he was hit. I called Scott but until he arrived Derek was put down by the enemy. I tried to protect him but when I ran to him, the asassin threw me into a wall. I think my leg is hurt because I barely could move." I said.

"Are you ok, now? Let me see your leg." He came closer to me.

"No, I'm fine, Peter. I only care about Derek now." I said and put my hand on his shoulder.

"You should go to sleep. I bet you are exhausted. Don't worry. I will stay with him all night." Peter said.

"Thank you." I hugged him.

"Goodnight, Der. Please wake up." I leaned to kiss my boyfriend's cheek and then I pressed my forehead against his.

I reluctantly got up and went to one of the rooms in the loft. It was difficult to fall asleep in that night but finally the exhaustion won. The first thing I did in the morning was to go downstairs to check Derek.

"Didn't he wake up?" I asked Peter.

"No. I think that the sword had wolf's bane or mistletoe in it because the wounds aren't closing." He raised one tissue and I saw the blood, which slowly became dark, leaking from the open skin. "Let's just give it time to heal. It's not good if we stay here and poke it. Let me make you breakfast." Peter said, catching my hand to lead me to kitchen.

My only thoughts were about Derek and if he is going to make it out alive. Peter tried to distract but it didn't work. We were standing on the couch when we heard Derek coughing. I instantly got up and went to his bed. He raised himself and threw up something that looked like black blood and mistletoe. When he laid back we saw the tissues on his abdomen changing their colour. I removed them and noticed that the wounds started to bleed again but this time it was black blood. We repeated the same actions as we did yesterday but this time it took longer.

"He is going to die, isn't he?" I whispered tears falling from my eyes.

"Probably." Peter said

"Is there something we could do? You are an Alpha, Peter. You must know some methods of healing. The werewolves can take away the pain. Can't you do that to him?" I asked.

"I can but it won't make him get better. It will be just a painkiller. There is nothing someone could do to save Derek." He said.

I closed my eyes and let my head rest on my hands. "It's my fault. If I didn't have that stupid idea to go out that night, Derek would be ok." I cried.