Still ▸ Teen Wolf [Book Two]

twenty eight ; critical measures

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TWENTY EIGHT;

CRITICAL MEASURES

"How are they?"

Isaac had gotten to the loft, leaning on one of the beams as he stared at the blonde and the brunette lying on Derek's bed, looking as if they were barely breathing. Sage had gone unconscious after they managed to get them out of the ambulance and has stayed that way since, completely out cold.

"Cora's coming in and out," Derek muttered, his eyes never moving from the two girls. "Sage hasn't moved in the past two hours but her heart rate is steady. She's alive, she's just not awake."

Isaac's eyes flickered over to the blonde. "They're dying, aren't they?"

"I don't know," Derek answered, his hands falling up to his mouth.

"So, what are you going to do?"

Derek, once again, replied with, "I don't know."

He would find something, some way to get them better without Jennifer's help. He had to find a way because he wasn't going to lose the only family he had left, the two teenagers in front of him being the only thing left giving him the will to survive. If he lost them, even one of them, he's not sure that he would be able to fight any longer.

As if the blonde had known they were talking about them, her eyes shot open and she was hanging off the side of Derek's bed a second later, convulsing the black blood that Jennifer had created. Both boys had inched forward, Derek having gotten there faster to hold the girl as she vomited the concoction of mistletoe and blood.

When the girl had gotten what was in her system out, her whole body began to rapidly shake. Sage glanced up at Isaac and Derek, the pressure in her head from throwing up making tears form in her eyes, the black blood coating her lips.

"It hurts," she blurted out, blinking away her wet eyelashes.

Derek frowned, his hands immediately falling to her arms so that he could take the pain she was experiencing. He had already done the same to Cora half an hour ago, knowing that he was exerting himself way too much, but he couldn't just let them sit there in agony.

Sage seemed to notice the contort of pain on his face, whipping her arms out his grasp as she shook her head. "Don't. Don't take it away."

"Sage—" Derek went to deny, trying to get her to, for once in her life, think about herself and not other people.

The blonde shook her head again, choking out, "No, no. Cora needs it more than I do."

"Stop being so honorable, princess," Peter snapped from the top of the stairs, making the blonde's head turn to see that he was trying to stay in the dark as much as possible while still watching over the two younger girls. "You're just like your mother."

Sage didn't say anything to him, blatantly ignoring the man's jab about her mom as she moved back onto the bed, curling herself up. She didn't want to go back to sleep, not when she was afraid that she would slip back out again and not wake up. The last thing she remembered was Isaac and Peter trying to get her to stay awake, only after she had made the attempt to stop—

"Stiles," Sage broke out, her eyes lifting to the other two. "Where's Stiles? What happened?"

Derek didn't meet her stare. "Sage, you need rest."