Afraid Of Death ¤ Teen Wolf

03 ; baby derek

afraid of death - chapter three.

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It was pouring rain down outside and the sky was pitch black. Deaton, Lydia, and I waited for Scott and Stiles as they brought Derek in. Kira and Malia were dropped off a bit ago. We really need to know what happened.

One the boys came in, we helped them put an unconscious young derek on the metal table.

"Wow." Was all that came out of Deaton's mouth as soon as he seen the boy.

"Wow as in 'I've seen this before and I know exactly what to do' kind of wow? Because that's the kind of wow we're hoping for." Stiles rambles.

"I think you might be overestimating my abilities." He replied to him.

How in the hell did the psycho bitch do this¿

Lydia held Derek's hand, gently squeezing it. "He's cold. Really cold."

Deaton then started checking him with the small pen flashlight. Doing his thing.

"Do you think this is permanent?" Scott asks.

"I hope not." I speak. "I mean he was a little shit at this age. And he had a few problems."

I only received amused looks from the four.

"I'm not sure a medical diagnosis is even adequate. This is well beyond my experience." Deaton answers the question.

"So what do we do with him?"

"Until he wakes up?" He replies, "Probably not much. It might be best if you leave him here with me. He'll be safe here."

"You mean from Kate?" Stiles speaks, causing Deaton to turn to us.

"If she's alive, and she is what you say she is, she won't be able to walk pass that gate." He assures us.

"Why would she want to do this to him?" Lydia asks, confused like the rest of us.

"Knowing Kate, it's probably for a reason that won't be good for anyone except her."

"And bad for everyone else." I add.

Right now, this bitch is really pissing me off. Even if she was the aunt of my deceased best friend. I could really rip her throat out.

Deaton looks up at us, noticing our tiredness and drainage. "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."

"Someone should stay with you." Scott suggested, hoping for someone other than him to volunteer.

So me and Lydia did exactly that, "I'll stay."

"No."

"Our grades are fine, despite skipping a few classes." She says.

"And he's like my brother."

"So not okay with this." Stiles disagrees.

"Stiles. Go." I speak.

"No. Nope. Still not okay with this. Not going anywhere." Stiles shakes his head.

"Text us if anything happens." Scott says, dragging Stiles out.

"Okay, just cause you're stronger..."

Deaton then turns to me and Lydia, "I'll be in the back running some tests if you need anything."

"Thank you." We respond as he hands us two blankets.