Teen Wolf One Shots

Scott gets poisoned

"Scott, be careful. Whatever is wrong with this dog may spread to you since you're a werewolf." Alan Deaton warned his employee, Scott McCall as the two approached the small stray dog that was shaking violently.

"Yeah, I smell pain, as well as something toxic."

"Like poison?" Deaton questioned leading Scott to nod before placing the dog on its back gently.

"It ate it, whatever it was and it's causing internal damage."

Deaton nodded, grabbing a needle as Scott held the dog still before Deaton injected its stomach, making it freak out before biting down hard on the hand that was holding it down, which was Scott, making him wince.

"You OK?" Deaton asked before putting the syringe full of toxins in the trash and the dog relaxed.

"Yeah, I'm OK." Scott smiled reassuringly before picking up the dog, putting him in one of the crates before continuing to help Deaton.

A few hours later, Scott was going through some paperwork when his left hand, the same one the dog bit, started hurting. He looked down at it to see blood gushing out of the wound, which was a shock. With his powers, he should've healed. None the less, he stood up to grab some gauze, when he got nauseated and dizzy, making him grab the table to take a breather.

After the dizziness subsided, he walked over to the shelf, wrapped the gauze around his hand and sat back down, feeling slightly better, but then he felt a dull pain in the pit of his stomach, as well as getting sweaty, but brushed off as the fact it was 104 degrees in Beacon Hills, California and it was dehydration. He grabbed his water bottle, took a large drink, and continued the paper work.

By the time work ended, Scott felt absolutely horrible, as if he was gonna pass out at any second, sweating profusely, even though he had drunk three full water bottles, extremely nauseated, as well as dizzy and a pounding headache. He realized driving would be a terrible idea, so, he called someone he knew was most likely able to get him.

"Hey, Scotty Boy. How're you doing?"

"Not that great. I need you to take me home or something. I actually feel like I'm gonna upchuck at any second."

"Shouldn't you talk to Deaton or Derek about that? I thought Werewolves couldn't get sick."

"I'll be fine, Stiles. I probably just have food poisoning again from that Chinese place." Scott insisted, knowing that had happened two weeks ago.

"Why do you keep eating there? More importantly, why do you want to bring that into my jeep?"

"Stiles, please. If I drive, I will crash. I'm too dizzy to think and I am about to pass out. Just please come get me." Scott begged, adding his famous wolf whimper which got under Stiles skin.

"Fine! But if you puke in my jeep, you're cleaning it, I don't care if you have the wolf plague."

"That's not a thing. But thank you."

"Yes it is. I'll be there in ten minutes. Sit tight till then and find a bucket." Stiles demanded before hanging up.

Scott put his phone in his pocket, before going on a hunt for a bucket while trying to see clearly, however, before he could succeed, his legs crumbled out from under him, as he heard a scream from Deaton before blacking out.

Stiles looked down as his phone rang a second time, which he pressed against his ear.

"Hello?"

"Stiles, get here now. I need you to call Melissa and tell her that you're bringing Scott in."

"I can't bring Scott in! He has super healing and he's a freaking werewolf!"

"His healing is not working. Whatever is going on inside his body is something I cannot fix. Get here NOW."

"OK." Stiles told him, hanging up the phone before slamming the gas.

After Deaton helped get him in Stiles's jeep without hurting him, Stiles sped towards the hospital while calling Melissa.

"Just be ready. He had a lot of stomach pain, nausea, dizziness and definitely a fever. I don't have a number though."

He could hear Melissa swallow, before answering in her professional voice.

"OK."

As soon as they pulled up to the hospital, Scott was put on a gurney, and rushed inside, as Stiles sat in the waiting room, watching a tear drip down Melissa's face as she disappeared behind the large doors, before calling the rest of the pack and his father.

Scott woke up with a gasp, staring at the tiled ceiling, before hearing a heart monitor go crazy, as he saw his mom, holding her hand over his heart.

Then the pain settled in.

It felt like he had been stung by yellow jackets, and it was slowly killing him on the inside, as well as burning and stinging his skin on the outside.

"M-mom." He whimpered before looking at her, feeling his throat close up as tears started running down his face.

"It's gonna be OK, baby." She whispered before yelling. "Take him to the O.R., NOW!"

He felt the bed moving while hearing people all around him yelling, someone stabbing a needle into the crook of his elbow, a slight pinch compared to the fire running through his veins as someone started placing vital monitors on his chest, and then he blacked out again.

When he woke up the third time, he heard the strong, steady beep from beside him as he sluggishly opened his eyes and turned his head to the right to see Melissa, holding his hand.

"Mom? What happened?" He asked quietly as his voice sounded quite raspy.

"Your appendix ruptured. You gave us quite the scare, sweetheart."

"How? That can't happen, can it? I mean, I'm a werewolf, I should be immune to that, right?"

"Werewolf does not mean invincible, and we found traces of poison in your system. I assume you were infected at work."

Scott nodded, settling back down as Melissa stood up.

"You have a few guests. Should I let them in?"

Scott nodded as she let Lydia, Stiles, Allison and Noah in, making him smile.

No matter what, his pack had his back, and he had theirs.