Medic (Teen Wolf)

Frayed

Drina POV

Derek is dead.
He and the Alphas big guy went off a cliff in a fight.
My brother, Scott, Issac and Boyd are off to a cross country game in a different town so I'm in my bed sleeping.

Well I was till Cyclone started meowing at the door. Loudly.
"Whoever is at the door! Come in so she'll go back to sleep."
"You or Cyclone?" I heard Lydia say when the door opened.
"Yes. What are you ladies doing here?"
"Packing a bag for you. We are following the guys to their game. Now get up. Get dressed."
As much as I want to just ignore them, i can't. I need to make sure the rest of our pack is safe.
So I got up. Threw on some sparkly leggings with a black dress and a purple sweater with blue comfy sneakers.

Dad is busy so we brought Cyclone with us in her carrying case.
I finished packing, we loaded up in Allison's car and within minutes I'm back asleep laying on the backseat with Allison and Lydia in the front.
Cyclone on Lydia's lap looking out the window.

It's my fault.
I should have fought harder for them to let me go with them.
I hate that I'm like an in between phase of turning to something or not turning to something or just dying.
I need whatever I am to either happen or just let me go in my sleep.

I'm woken up by Cyclone being thrown on me.
"Ugh.. what happened? Where are we?"
I asked sitting up and seeing that we are at a stop.
"Traffic jam. And Allison needs fuel."
Lydia said as I looked at the fuel gauge.
"Fun."
"How are you doing?" Allison asked as I laid back down.
"Oh you mean besides morning the death of my older brother. I mean Derek. Stiles is fine.  And feeling like I'm going more crazy because I'm either turning into something or dieing. Yeah I'm good all is good in the Drina head."
"She's fine." Lydia said as her phone rang.
"Hey, Stiles. Yeah, we're just about to walk into a movie, uh, you know, the popcorn and..."
"I know you guys are right behind us. Put me on speaker."
"Oh speak of the devil and he shall appear." I said sitting up hearing Stiles voice.
"Okay look Scott's still hurt he's not healing."
"What do you mean he's not healing?"
"he's not healing. I think he's actually getting worse. The blood's turning, like, a black color."
"What's wrong with him?" Lydia asked.
"What's wrong with him? I don't... do I have a PhD in lycanthropy? How am I supposed to know that?"
I rolled my eyes at that.
"We need to get him off that bus."
"And take him where? A Hospital? Their going to question the black blood."
I said from my seat.
"If he's dying, yeah. Stiles, there's a rest area about a mile up. Tell the coach to pull over."
"Yeah, I've been trying."
"Well, reason with him."
"Reason? Have you met this guy?"
"Just try something!" We shouted into the phone before hanging up.

So my brother got the bus to pull over.
How I don't know but it involves Jared throwing up so I'm not going to question.

We got Scott into the bathroom and it's really really bad.
"It shouldn't be this bad."
"Yeah but what do we do? Call ambulance because it may be too late for that."
"You know, it could be psychological."
I said looking at Scott.
"What do you mean, like, psychosomatic?"
"Somatoformic. physical illness from a psychogenic cause. Yes, it's all in his head." Lydia said exactly what I was thinking.
"All in his head? Because of Derek. He's not letting himself heal 'cause Derek died." Stiles asked.
"Exactly. He's blaming himself."
"So what do we do?"
"Stitch him up. I'm serious. Maybe all he needs to do is just believe it's healing."
"That could work."
"Ok who's sewing? Allison or Drina?"
"I can't. Guys I don't know why. Well I kinda do but I haven't been able to do stitches well in a especially in a packed situation ever since Jackson bit me. Allison has to do it."
"I agree sissy."

"Ok I'll do it. Do you have the equipment?"
"You know I do."
I passed her my med bag.
I walked out and let out a breath.
"God I hate how useless I am because of you. Heal damn it!" I shouted at the bite that after all this time is still healing.
It's barely a scar. If I scratched it, it would start bleeding right out again.
I feel back against the wall and tried not to cry.

"Derek I need you. Why'd you have to go."

The memory of when we last spoke comes to me.
We're in the hallway of the loft after I stormed out because he said I can't go on the mission.
"Drina stop."
I turned around angrily.
"Why Derek!? Why? I'm either dying or changing recently I've been feeling like I'm dying okay so maybe I'll go speed up the process so I'm no longer the useless member of this pack.
dad has a nice variety of bourbon back home that I haven't  tried yet
maybe I have a nice big night cap before I go to bed."
"Drina drinking yourself to death is not the answer. We'll figure this out."

"How! When?! when Derek? when will we figure this out because I am tired of being sat on the sidelines because I am not anything anymore. I should be dead but for some reason I'm not.
this stupid bite is barely healing and we're going on a year now. Derek I just hate how useless I am and everyone thinks I am everyone knows I am because it's true I hate it I hate that I'm not anything I'm not even.. I'm barely human now I'm smelling things and hearing things and things and just everything is out of whack and it's terrible.
I just want it all to end or let me change. One of the two please
Because I don't know if I can do this anymore. I really don't." I say as I slide down the wall to the floor with tears dripping from my eyes.

"We'll figure this out. Together. Because that's what we do. We protect it our own.
God kept you alive for a reason. Everything has a reason. Everyone has a reason.  I know that You will be the strongest of us all. And I intend to see that day."
I hear Derek in my head and smile with tears in my eyes.
"Thanks Derek."

After collecting my thoughts I saw Issac beating the crap out of Ethan and I ran over just as Scott and Allison walked up.

"ISSAC!" Scott and I shouted at him and he stopped.
I ran over to Ethan who had a smug smile on his face. But as I walked up he had an inquisitive and curious look on his face.
The little psycho.
I gave him a quick check and determined he was fine then got back on the bus and sat down next to Issac who laid his head on my shoulder and fell asleep. I placed Cyclone on his lap and she cuddled in falling asleep.

I took out my notebook for supernatural medical stuff and wrote down my symptoms and what we think the pattern of the sacrifices are.

Virgins.
Warriors.
Healers.
Philosophers.
Guardians.