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"Derek?" You yelped when something crashed into the penthouse.

"It's me... I didn't know you were still here." Derek grunted and seemed to attempt to push himself off the floor "I'll call Scott to take you home."

"I'ts ok I can ... Derek!" You rushed to try and take some of his weight as he collapsed again.

You managed to get him to his bed and he thumped down onto it, trying to stop you when you attempted to fix what was wrong. The sight caused you to gas and turn away, one of Derek's hands strayed from his side, brushing across your cheek before weakly falling into your lap.

"I have to take you to the doctor." You whispered and he tried to get up.

"No... I... I'll heal." He insisted but you shook your head.

"I have to call someone for help Derek... you've been hurt loads of times before but you've always got right up and wolfed out you've never..." Your eyes were wide as they helpless landed on Derek's wound.

"I'm fine, just... If it makes you feel better... call Deaton." He pointed at the phone across the bed.

You took his phone and spoke with Deaton who told you to call back if Derek didn't heal and left you to see if he needed anything.

"(Y/N) ... stay." He asked softly and you nodded, lying next to him and stroking his hair as he tilted his head into the crook of your neck.

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