BOOK 4/7
Bite the Bullet: to endure a painful or otherwise unpleasant situation that is seen as unavoidable
After two months of coping the death of their friends (Erica, Boyd, Aiden, and Olivia), the rest of the pack not only are faced with new thre...
"Wow." Deaton simply mutters as he looked at the younger version of Derek that laid on top of the metal table.
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"Wow?" Stiles raised his eyebrow. "Wow as in, 'I've seen this before and know exactly what to do' kind of wow? Because that's kind of what we're hoping for."
"I think you might be overestimating my abilities," Deaton remarked.
I gesture to Derek. "In other words, you don't know how to fix him."
Lydia reached for Derek's hand and squeezed it tightly. "He's cold." She looks up with a worried expression. "Really cold."
"Do you think this is permanent?" Scott asked.
Deaton flashes a light in Derek's face as he checked each of his eyes. "I'm not sure a medical diagnosis is even adequate." He moves the flashlight away and shrugged. "This is well beyond my experience."
"So what do we do with him?" Stiles questioned, knowing that we couldn't exactly just leave him like this for good.
"Until he wakes up," Deaton shook his head with defeat. "probably not much. It might be best to leave him with me. He'll be safe here."
"You mean from Kate," I say and he nods in agreement. "Are you sure we should leave him here? Can't she still track him down from here?"
"If she's alive and she is what you say she is, she won't be able to walk past that gate." He assured with a small smile.
Lydia furrowed her eyebrows. "Why would she want to do this to him?"
"Knowing Kate, it's probably for a reason that won't be any good for anyone but her."
Stiles scoffed. "And bad for everyone else."
"You guys should probably go home." I look to meet Deaton's concerned expression. "He doesn't look to be in any danger. So maybe the rest of you should get some sleep? It is a school night—and you all need to start taking care of your own lives again."
"Someone should stay with you," Scott spoke, blinking a couple of times to try to stay awake.
Lydia shrugged. "I'll stay."
I cross my arms. "Lydia, are you sure? I could stay if you want."
"You're barely catching up with Econ. My grades are fine, despite missing a few classes."
"I'm so not okay with this." Stiles shook his head defiantly.
She glanced up towards him. "Guys, go."
"No."
Scott pats Lydia on the shoulder. "Text us if anything happening."
She nods with a small smile, but Stiles crossed his arms with a frown. "Nope, still not okay with it." Scott gives me a look and I nod before we both grab Stiles' wrists to drag him along with us. "Not going anywhere," He added before Scott tugs harder, causing Stiles' shoes to squeak from the ground. "All right, just cause' you're both stronger—ow! Okay, okay!"
