Teen Wolves

Nine- Night School

Elderbrook- Something About You (Chill Mix)

Just as I got home, Scott and Stiles rushed out of the house excitedly. I shook my head. They didn't even say goodbye. After a snack and a shower, I lied down. My head is pounding in my skull. Work had been a handful today. The Sheriff's department needed upgrades on some of their cruisers and chose us to provide for them. 

I shut my eyes for an instant. My ears began to ring. I reached for them to try and put some pressure on them hopefully finding some kind of relief. I pressed my index fingers to the pinnas of my ear when I suddenly felt a small jolt in me. I jumped up feeling the surreal feeling of falling. I gasped for air trying to get my breathing under control.

When I looked up I was no longer in my room. I'm sitting in a car with the seat reclined all the way back. I placed my hands on the steering wheel as fear began to pump in my veins. A groan made me jump in my seat. I turned to look at the passenger seat to see Derek Hale sitting there. 

"Oh, my god. Derek," I reached for him. There's blood everywhere. On my hands, on my shirt, all over Derek. 

"Sky?" he groaned reaching for me. 

"How did I get here? What's happening?" I asked trying not to panic. 

The pain started in my chest. I let out a growl pulling away from Derek. My body began to shake as the shift started to take over. Anger flared in me uncontrollably as I tried to fight it. My claws began to rip out of the tips of my fingers. I can see the amber in my eyes in the rearview mirror. The change is taking over. 

"Calm down," Derek croaked. 

"I can't. I don't know what's happening," I cried. He took my hand in his and pulled me to him. 

"Shh," he let out shakily. His voice calmed me a bit. I started taking deep breaths before I all of it started to fade away. "I need you," 

"Right," I nodded looking him over. 

When I was a kid after my dad left. Mom had become a little too much to handle. I would take walks and one day I came across an old abandoned subway station. I spent a lot of time there when mom was working. Scott never said a word. 

I drove home and got my first aid kit from under the kitchen sink. I got back to Derek as fast as I could. I drove us to the abandoned subway station. Derek helped me get him inside. I walked over to the electricity box to find that it was still unlocked. The lights flickered on as I made my way back to Derek. 

"Where are we?" he asked. 

"Somewhere safe," I answered. I reached for his jacket. He growled a little making me pull away from him. "I need to take this off. I need to see what's happening to you," 

"Okay," he panted. 

I helped him sit up and pulled his jacket off. The wound is massive. It looks like something tried to rip his spine out. I took his shirt off. He rolled over on his side laying on his belly over the dusty table. I opened the first aid kit and took the peroxide out. Using his bloodied shirt, I began to pour the liquid in the wound trying to disinfect it. 

"I'm sorry," I whispered when his muscles all tightened and he let out a loud groan. I put pressure on his lower back trying to get the blood to stop.

"Harder," he strained. 

"Harder, as in push down harder on your wound?" 

"Yes, it'll trigger the healing process so I can heal faster," I looked down at the wound and press down hard. 

He cried out when I pushed my entire weight on the wound. Once he relaxed, he began to pant making the dust around his face puff out into the air. I removed the t-shirt to see that the blood had stopped leaking out of him. I cleaned the area around the wound and began to dress it with bandages and tape.