Full Moon //Derek Hale//

Four

As I kept tossing and turning in bed, I finally sat up straight, frustrated with my sleeping pattern lately. Every time I would get comfortable and start to fall asleep, a feeling in my stomach would make me toss and turn in my spot as I couldn't get it to go away.

When I sat up, I was startled when a loud gun shot rung through the air. I almost winced in pain as my right forearm started to burn a bit. I looked down at it and saw nothing, so I thought nothing of it as I laid back down. The feeling in my stomach was gone but the pain in my arm felt numb as I fell asleep, finally getting some rest.

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The next day was a normal teenage school day until the end of the day when I went to head towards my car. I was surprised to find Derek stalking the almost empty hallways. "What the hell are you doing here?" I hissed, walking up to him.

I noticed the sickly pale look to his skin as beads of sweat rolled down his face. "Find your brother," He sighed out, falling towards the lockers.

"Okay, come on Der. Stay with me." I assured him, slinging one of his arms around my neck. I hauled him to the parking lot and there we saw Stiles about to drive off. Derek let go of me and ran out in front of the Jeep before following to the ground.

"What the hell?" Scott exclaimed, coming up to his side as I bent down next to Derek. "What are you doing here?" He asked, taking the question right out of my mouth.

"I was shot." He bluntly said.

"He's not looking so good, dude." Stiles stated the obvious.

"Why aren't you healing?" Scott asked.

"I can't. It was, it was a different kind of bullet."

"A silver bullet." I gave Stiles a look, shutting him up.

"No, you idiot, it was a wolfsbane bullet." I said, slapping him on the leg.

"Wait, wait. That's what she meant when she said you had 48 hours." Scott said, bringing up the fact he was there with him.

"What? Who, who said 48 hours?" Derek wheezed out.

"The one who shot you." Scott stated, looking at the line of cars that were honking their horns at us. I noticed people starting to leave their cars as we tried to help Derek. "What are you doing? Stop that!" Scott said, referring to Derek's glowing eyes.

"I'm trying to tell you, I can't!" he growled it.

"Derek get up." I pleaded, standing up and pulling him up with the help of Scott.

"Help me put him in you car." He said to Stiles who gave him a mad look before sighing and helping walk him to the car.

"I need you to find out what kind of bullet they used." Derek demanded Scott.

"How the hell am I supposed to do that?" He outrageously asked.

""Cause she's an Argent. She's with them." Derek got out as Stiles started the Jeep.

"Why should I help you?" Scott asked, his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.

"Because you're trying to be a better person." I muttered. I glanced at Derek and saw he gave me a slight smile before cringing.

"Because you need me." He added.

"Fine." Scott gave up, "I'll try. Hey get him out of here." He said, pointedly looking at Stiles through the window.

"Text me where you take him." I said before jogging away. I hopped into my car and drove home, looking up different kinds of  wolfsbane bullets. After coming up empty handed, I called Stiles to see if he was getting anywhere.