Mama Hale

1.6.6

Hey guys! I added a cast to the story so that Lyrica has a face. Also, the playlist for the entire story is on YouTube. The playlist is called "Mama Hale" and it's under the account name, Lee Hamilton. The playlist will be on Spotify within the next couple days. Anyway, here is the chapter you have been waiting for.

-Recap-

I sigh at Isaac and face forwards, closing my eyes. Derek's thumb slowly runs over my knuckles, lulling me into a peaceful sleep.

(Lyrica's P.O.V.)

I wake up to the feeling of being carried in someone's arms. I instantly recognize Derek's scent and relax in his arms, wrapping my arms around myself and burying my face in his warm chest. I hear a door open before I'm hit with a burst of cold. Shivering, I move as close to Derek's warmth as possible. Derek takes me somewhere and tries to set me down. Despite the pain, I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face in his neck.

"It's cold. You're warm." I mumble tiredly.

"I know, Lyrie. But I need to put you on the table so Deaton can look at your arm." Derek whispers back.

I groan in protest, but let him set me down. I wince as the cold, metal table practically freezes my legs. I violently shiver and Derek takes off his leather jacket, wrapping it around my shoulders. I pull it around me as tightly as possible, relishing in the warmth. I look around the room, recognizing it as the examination room in the vet's office. Derek is in front of me, his hands resting on my knees, seemingly lost in thought. My eyes snap to the door when it opens, revealing Deaton and Isaac. I smile slightly at Deaton. He's always nice to me and never says no to helping me.

"Hi, Lyrica. How are you feeling?" Deaton says with a smile as he puts a pair of gloves on.

"I'm alive." I reply, watching him gather a few tools before coming over to me and Derek.

"So Derek tells me that your arm has been hurting you?" Deaton asks, doing a routine checkup on me.

"I think hurting is an understatement." I reply. "It feels like my arm was shoved into a wood chipper."

"Can I see it?" He asks.

"I-I can barely move it. I doubt I can roll up my sleeve or take my shirt off." I say, my face heating up.

"We can just cut your shirt off." He says, smiling softly. "The shirt probably can't be saved anyway."

I nod my head and slip Derek's jacket off my shoulders. Derek folds the jacket up and helps me lay down, the jacket acting as a pillow on the hard table. Deaton grabs a pair of scissors and carefully starts cutting my shirt off. I tense up and resist the urge to scream as he starts on my left sleeve. I feel a hand rest in mine as someone brushes my hair out of my face. I open my eyes, seeing Derek standing above me, brushing my hair from my face. I look down and see Isaac holding my hand, watching me with concerned eyes. I squeeze Isaac's hand and look up at Derek as Deaton finishes cutting my shirt off. I sigh in relief when I feel the shirt fall off my body. I chuckle when Isaac goes red in the face and turns around, his back facing us.

"Well it looks like these bandages are gonna be quite a bit harder to remove." Deaton says.

"What? Why?" I ask, turning my head to look at my arm. Derek quickly grabs my head and prevents me from looking.

"That may not be the best idea." He says warily. I shakily nod my head and try to hold back the tears as Deaton starts unwrapping the bandages.

He starts at my wrist, being as slow and careful as he can possibly be. I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling myself start to shake as he gets further up my arm. As if he notices me shaking, Derek stops Deaton and places his hands on my forehead.