Zoey's pov.
We were in the operation room where me and Scott took care of the animals. Suddenly Derek placed his nasty bloody arm on the metal table and grunted. He took off his shirt.
"Okay you know it really doesn't look like anything like some echinacea and some sleep wouldn't fix." Stiles said as he gagged.
"Stiles!" I said with a glare and low growl.
I watched as Derek began to struggle getting the blue type of his arm so I slowly got up and went behind him and helped him put it on carefully.
"When the infection reaches my heart it will kill me and make Zoey very sick and then she will die." Derek said weakly.
"Positively just isn't in your vocabulary is it?" Stiles said with a frown as Derek rolled his eyes and began to walk warping the clinic looking for something.
"If he doesn't get here with the bullet I time-last resort." Derek said.
Stiles and I looked at him with pure panic and confusion.
"What is it? What's the last resort?" Stiles and I asked in unison.
"One of you are going to cut of my arm." Derek said bluntly causing our eyes to widen in horror.
••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••
"Oh my god! What if you bleed to death?!" Stiles shouted as I looked at Derek worriedly.
"It'll heal if it works." Derek said bluntly.
"Uh-Look I don't think we can do that.." Stiles said.
I nodded my head frantically as stiles started the saw that vibrated before she slammed it back down on the table.
"Why not?!" Derek growled while glaring human daggers at us.
"Well because the cutting through the flesh the sawing of the bone and especially the blood!" Stiles said.
I weakly frantically nodded my head. I was so not okay with this.
"You two faint at the sight of blood?!" Derek growled and frowned at us.
"No but we might at the sight of a chipped off arm!" I yelled weakly as I pushed stiles to the table.
"Hey w-what are you doing?!" Stiles yelled frantically at me.
"Well better than me! I'm not cutting his arm off!" I yelled weakly before I backed away from the table.
"Alright how about this. Either cut off my arm or I will cut off your head!" Derek growled at stiles.
"I'm so not buying your threats any--" stiles began to say before Derek grabbed Stiles's shirt and pulled his face close his and and to the saw as stiles yelped.
"Oh my god! Okay. Alright bought sold. Totally. I'll do it!" Stiles yelped.
I suddenly hunched over and began to puke up more black stuff as Derek lurched to the side and started throwing up black stuff too. I slowly limped my way over to Derek and wrapped my arms around his waist and leaned my head against his burning back as stiles began to tell.
YOU ARE READING
Zoey Finstock
AvventuraZoey isn't just your average teenage girl. She's 16 and she happens to be best friends with Scott and stiles. She's the daughter of coach Finstock so She plays lacrosse. Her mom died in a car crash when she was five. Her natural eye color is silve...
