Blue eyes [Teen wolf/Derek Hale]

Ch33 - My fault

Dedicated to flyingflynn for making my day. 

"Peter's been hit." Derek's voice said through Isaac's phone.

I'd told them to just let me die! Now Peter's also wounded and it's my fault!

Wait no. It's not my fault, it's theirs! I gave them multiple warnings and yet they're stupid enough to risk their lives for someone as replaceable as mine. What's wrong with them? 

"Derek. I'm fine." Peter groaned from the other side of the line. "Just scratches." 

There were some weird noises on the other side. It sounded like the phone hit the ground as well as something else. The rest of the conversation wasn't on the same volume as it had been before; it was quieter.

"You're not fine." Derek said.

"I just tripped." Peter huffed.

It went silent for a few seconds until Peter began to scream like he was in pain.

"They need help." I stated which brought everyone out of their stunned state.

Scott and Isaac both headed for the old Hale house while the others stayed back to watch me. Scott's mom watched me from a medical perspective while Stiles and Allison just were there. 

"Why would you..." Stiles said but he was struggling. "Why would you want to commit suicide?"

I managed to look him straight in the eyes. He looked sad at first but when he saw my expression, which was probably overflowing with pain, he understood it better.

"Did you know... that every werewolf that tried to... take my pain couldn't... handle more than six seconds max?"

Allison looked surprised while Stiles and Scott's mom both looked down.

"It has been over an hour." I said with a broken voice.

Allison and Stiles kept making random comments on how I'd be able to make it until the others returned.

Derek and Scott both had one of Peter's arms around their shoulders and dragged Peter in. He wasn't hurt as bad as I was. I could instantly see that.

Peter groaned and fell on the couch. His eyes kept flashing red and his heartbeat wouldn't go down.

He randomly began to scream just when I had another pain wave. The others ran to Peter while I just curled up and let it pass. When my pain subsided a bit, Peter stopped screaming.

I looked over and saw that Derek had come to my side.

Peter had lifted his shirt and revealed one scratch. It wasn't nearly as deep as mine and it was only one. Would it still hurt the same amount?

I looked up at Derek. I was glad that he was back. He didn't asked annoying questions when I just wanted to die of pain and never talk again. He was just there to help me. 

I wanted to ask him how it had gone but I had no energy left. Derek noticed it and explained it.

"Peter found a scent which led to the creature. It was alone and we managed to ambush it. Originally, we wanted to capture it but it was way too fast and intelligent for that. Peter managed to cut off his finger but he did get scratched in the process."

I nodded and Peter began to scream again.

"Is it the same for him?" I managed to say.

Derek shook his head. "As soon as he'd been scratched, the creature took off. I took some of Peter's pain but it's not nearly as much as you have."

Peter began to curse in the background. I noticed that Scott and Stiles were missing and that Isaac was taking Peter's pain. He seemed proud when he had to back off and he was able to hold it longer.

"They're on their way to make an antidote. You'll be fine." Derek said with a sweet relieved tone.

I couldn't help but to smile a little. I instantly regretted it and Peter began to scream again. He was some sort of alarm for my pain waves. I gritted my teeth and let it pass. This one wasn't as bad as the other ones. I opened my eyes and saw why; Derek was doing the pain thingy again.

"Thank you." I whispered at him.

He smiled back and stayed by my side.

At some point Allison joined us. She kept looking at Derek as he took my pain away.

"How much does it hurt?" she asked a bit impressed.

"There is nothing like it." he answered. "Not even death."

"What do you mean?" Allison asked confused.

"When I was still an alpha, one of my pack members was fatally wounded. I didn't want her to die so I gave all my power to heal her. Not even the pain of beating death is getting close to hers."

Allison was quiet and stared at me.

"Why... why isn't she screaming?" she whispered.

"I don't know." Derek answered.

Both Isaac and Derek turned their heads to the door. I focused on it and heard two heartbeats getting closer.

The door opened revealing Scott and, an out of breath, Stiles.

"We've got it!"