Magic bullet: part 2

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Alex pov

Jackson walks me over to stiles

Jackson: hey you take her home she looks like crap

me: jee thanks Jackson

Jackson looked so scared it was funny

Jackson: I uh .......uh...mean you look really sick

I nod my head and he runs like hell

stiles: never in my life has he done that you are my new crush

I laugh at stiles joke and he wraps his arms around my shoulder blades ams I lean into him

Ally: alex

Stiles: I'll take her home don't worry

She nods and left and stiles got me in his jeep but I went at the back and layed down

Stiles: are you okay

Me: no something has happened to derek and now I feel like I'm dieing

Stiles starts the car but stops suddenly ...WHAT NOW DOES PEOPLE NOT SEE THAT IM DIEING HERE

Stiles: Oh my God

Me: what's going on

Stiles: You've gotta be kidding me This guy's everywhere

He gets out after a while I see derek getting out in the car and stiles getting Im the drivers seat

Derek: I need you to find out what kind of bullet they used

Scott: How the hell am I supposed to do that

Your going to our house dumbass

Derek: Cause she's an Argent She's with them

Scott: Why should I help you

Derek: Because you need me

I get up and scott face softens

Me: please Scott its effecting Me too

I lean into derek

Scott: i'll try Hey get him out of here

Stiles: I hate you for this so much

We drive off

Derek: hey we'll get through this

Even with makeup Im looking like crap

Stiles: Hey try not to bleed out on my seats okay We're almost there

Derek: Almost where

Stiles: Your house

I groaned here we go again. I layed down at the back

Derek: What No you can't take us there

Stiles: I can't take you to your own house

Derek: Not when I can't protect myself or when alex can't protect us

Awww. I feel the car stop

Stiles: All right What happens if Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet Hmm Are you two dying

Derek: Not yet I have a last resort

Something tells me I'm not going to like this

Stiles: What do you mean What last resort

Stiles: Oh, my God What is that Oh, is that contagious You know what you should probably just get out

I opened my eyes and saw his arm stiles is kinda right its gross

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