Too Long

Chapter 4: Highlighter

After Derek showed up in the school parking lot on the verge of death from being shot by the newest Argent hunter in town, Kate, Stiles and Ramie somehow got roped into taking care of him while Scott was in charge of somehow finding the bullet at Allison's. While Derek was never in the best mood, he seemed to be in an even worse mood as Stiles kept making jokes about how Derek didn't seem too hurt when Derek was clearly deteriorating fairly quick. Ramie kept shooting Stiles warning glances every time he made a comment, but he didn't seem to get the message.

"It doesn't even look that bad, maybe you should just go home and get some rest," Stiles shrugged as Derek stumbled into the animal clinic, which was thankfully closed, but they used Scott's hidden key. Derek let out a growl at Stiles, and Ramie couldn't tell if it was a wolf growl or if he was just really pissed at Stiles.

"Stiles, shut up," Ramie said, moving towards Derek and trying to check out his wound.

"Listen to your girlfriend," Derek groaned, flinching when Ramie touched his arm.

"What? I, no, she," Stiles stuttered. "Not my girlfriend. Friends. We are friends." 

Derek just looked at Stiles, as if he said the stupidest thing in the world.

"Well the racing teenage heartbeats and smell of arousal fooled me," Derek said, a smirk on his face despite his heaving breathing from the pain he was in. Ramie glanced at Stiles who was opening and closing his mouth like a fish. His face was a bit red, but she was convinced it was from dragging Derek into the clinic. Derek let out a loud groan and fell forward onto the examination table. "Where's Scott."

Ramie pulled out her phone, looking for a message from him. When she saw nothing she glanced towards Stiles, who was also looking at his phone. He met her eyes and shook his head.

"Alright, new plan," Derek said, walking across the room. "You're gonna cut off my arm." 

Stiles choked on what seemed like probably just his spit, coughing aggressively.

"We're not cutting off your arm," Ramie said as Derek started wrapping an elastic around his arm. Derek gave her a look that she was genuinely scared of. Stiles picked up the electric saw Derek had placed on the table and pushed the button, it whirring to life.

"Oh... my god," Stiles groaned, setting it back down on the table. "What if you bleed to death?"

"It'll heal," Derek nearly groaned, all the vein in his arm extremely prominent and now black from the poison of the bullet.

"I don't know if I can do this," Stiles said, leaning on the table.

"Why?" Derek said, still attempting to tie elastic around his arm.

"You know the whole, sawing through flesh, bone, blood everywhere" Stiles muttered, making a disgusted face at Derek's wound.

"You faint at the sight of blood?" Derek gave Stiles a look.

"No but I might at the sight of a chopped off arm," Stiles exclaimed, moving his hand towards the saw again but pulling it back, like he was contemplating grabbing it.

"Alright, how about this, you cut off my arm," Derek grabbed the front of Stiles shirt and yanked him forward, nearly slamming him down on the table. "Or I'll cut off your head."

"Move, I'll do it," Ramie said, grabbing the saw and moving next to Derek. He and Stiles both looked at her in shock. She was sick of their bickering and quite frankly, thought Derek was needed to help Scott figure out how he's supposed to survive dating into a family of hunters. "He's gonna die if we don't."