Perfect Heterochromia ≫ S. Stilinski [ON HOLD]

XII

CHAPTER TWLEVE
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[old acquaintances]

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Warnings: minor mentions of death and wounds.

Beacon hills animal clinic

I woke up to someone shaking me, I looked up to see Dr. Deaton, Scotts boss. The vet. The Hale family ex-emisarry. I had only met him once when Talia was teaching me how to control the shift before the fire and for a second time when I needed help again- though then he was retired- with my shifting, though this was different.

"Miss. Cross, I know you have the strength to walk, can you try and get up to do just that?" I sighed and nodded though regreted it when my head rung. Eventually I made it too my feet but I had to hold my right arm into my chest because I couldn't move it. From there I stumbled beside Alan as we walked to his car. For the ride back I dozed off in the front seat but tried to keep my eyes open.

Deaton treated my own wounds first before helping Scott, I sat with an ice pack to my head while Deaton worked, "I feel the need to apologise by the way, so, I'm sorry." Deaton looked up briefly in confusion before getting back to the task in hand, "why?"

"From the night Derek and I came to visit. Derek doesn't know who you are yet." He hummed before asking me another question.

"Why didn't you stay? Help him?" I looked up and set down the ice pack. "I was meant to have a study date." I hummed again and nodded his head, "why else?" I sighed and started tapping my fingers, looking anywhere but Deaton.

"Because I know Derek, and Derek does what Derek wants to in order to get information and I know there wouldn't be much I could do to stop him and I wasn't up for watching. Plus I didn't want to miss this study date." I spoke up, and it was true. Derek and I were opposites when it came to action, I was a talk first action later kind of person, unless it came to certain people; psycho hunters, deranged uncle. While Derek in every circumstance was a punch first talk later kind of person and there was low chance of changing his mind.

The room went silent after that before Deaton spoke up again, "your in school again?" I chuckled at his question, "the last time we spoke I was still in school, but yes Deaton, I'm in school again. Sophomore year." We continued the small talk about how school was going while he was working on Scott, though the talk finished when Scott woke up in panic, coughing and gasping for air.

"Ahh, I wouldn't get up just yet." He held Scott down while the teen wolf attempted to look around him, "where am I?"

"Scott, your okay." I spoke up hoping to help ease his mind, he lay his head back on the metal table he was lying on.

"I've given you something that should help speed up the healing process, I gave the same thing to Oryn." Scott looked down at his wound then to me and then to Deaton, "but you're a vet." I snorted and leant my elbows on my knees and my chin in my hands, "and were technically canines." I said with a smirk.