Open Wounds

Chapter 3

Sorry but... WARNING: Selfharm in this chapter, beware...

~Derek~

"And when did this happen?" Deaton asked as he shined a light into Stiles' eyes.

"About 30 minutes ago" I answered.

"What happened before it? Any... big events or surprises?" He asked the like 50th question.

Isaac and I looked at each other. I could tell Stiles knew I was embarrassed.

"Well..." Isaac started, I scratched the back of my head. "I did walk in on Derek and Stiles sucking each others faces off." Isaac laughed.

Deaton turned to face us with a weird expression.

"You kissed Stiles?" He asked sounding scared for the answer.

I sighed, "No... Kinda.. Well.. Yes..?" Stiles smiled to himself, I probably smelt like embarrassment.

"Derek, these answers are very important, you must them answer honestly." Deaton said quickly and I nodded just as quick. "Do you know where he has been in the last... 24 hours?"

"The hospital" I answered quickly.

"Was he acting weird before that?"

"Yeah actually... he was throwing up, and he kept falling down like he was to dizzy to stand." Isaac answered.

"When did that start?"

"Just that day"

"Did he take any kind of medication before hand?"

"Yeah... too much of something actually, they had to pump out his stomach, which was hard due to his stitches"

Deaton put his hand over his mouth quickly, with a worried expression on his face "I know exactly what happened." He said quickly, "Stiles is a wolf, yes, but by all that has been happening I'm almost sure he's not a normal one." Deaton paused for a moment then continued, "He's not turned by bite nor scratch... but turned none the less... but turned by and infection, inside the mind, caused by some kind of poison that, yes, contains venom from a werewolf fang... It could have been put in his medication for when he was shot. Meaning, whoever did this wanted it... the only thing is... it's only triggered when you find a mate... and due to the recent events... Derek... Stiles is yours..."

Silence filled the room, "I'm what?!" Stiles screamed as he turned back to human Stiles, "I'm WHAT?!?" He screamed again.

"Stiles, it's important for you not to get angry" Deaton said quickly.

"WHY?" He growled at him, eyes flashing yellow.

"Uh, I think that's why" Isaac replied.

Stiles had a look of worry flash across his face.

"What?" I asked as he looked at me.

"Do you hear that?"

"Hear what Stiles? What do you...  hear?"

"I hear... everything"

We all smiled at each other. Stiles is a wolf...

"But there are, quite a few differences between you, and Stiles" Deaton cut in.

"Like what?" Isaac asked.

"Well... He doesn't heal as fast as you do, and any scars from any thing before this will remain... but... he has a better hearing, and a better sense of smell than you do. He can run, about the same speed as you... but you have to teach him how to control this... He can't get through this without you, both of you... and now he needs Scott probably more than ever--" Deaton was cut off when Stiles stood up very quickly.