It wasn't long before there was a knock at the loft's door. Derek opened the door to Deaton. The only sign of worry the calm and collected doctor gave was the way his eyes seemed to scan the room for blood or bodies. "What is it that you needed me for?" The doctor stepped inside.
Derek slid the door closed before answering. "Peter attacked Isaac," he spoke through clenched teeth. "He, he-"
The vet placed a hand on Derek's shoulder. Seeming to understand the words Derek couldn't speak, Deaton simply asked, "Where is he?"
Greatful he doesn't have to repeat the words, Derek leads him over to the bed.
Isaac is curled up on his side, clutching the blanket tightly. He doesn't look up at them as they approach the bed. Derek knows Isaac is awake. His heartbeat is too fast for him to be asleep.
Deaton kneels beside the bed. "Isaac, I understand that you have been through a lot today, but is it alright if I examine your injuries?"
"You mean down there?" Isaac speaks softly. For a moment, Derek thinks the vet didn't hear the words.
"If you are okay with that."
Isaac, knowing it is better to be examined than not, slowly nods.
"If it becomes to much, just let me know and we stop," the doctor reassures as he stands.
Derek turns to step away as the vet opens his bag. Derek means to give Isaac privacy but is stopped by three words from the Omega, "Can Derek stay?"
Derek turns back, catching the doctor's eye. Silent words pass from the wise man telling Derek that he is the one that needs to the decision. "Of course I will." Derek sits down on the bed. Isaac imminently lays his head on Derek's lap. Derek wraps an arm across Isaac's chest.
"There doesn't appear to be any permanent damage," Deaton informs the pair as he examines between Isaac's legs. "Some tearing, but it looks to be healing." Deaton stands and moves to his bag, indicating that he has finished.
"Can you tell... Did he... Did he get me pregnant?" The squeak of the last words has Derek tightening his arm around Isaac.
"Since you were not in heat and Peter is not Alpha, it is unlikely." Deaton pulls a bottle from his bag. "But just to be safe, take one of these every day for five days."
"What are they?" Derek asks as Isaac takes the first pill.
"Think of it as birth control for werewolves. There will be no harm to Isaac's body and he will be able to conceive after he stops taking them." Deaton closes his bag and heads for the door. "On the fifth day, take a pregnancy test. Then come see me. I'll do a final exam just to be sure. Derek, may I have a word?"
Derek nods, following the vet into the hallway. "Isaac may be fine physically, but mentally? I am not the doctor to answer that question. You will have to keep an eye on him. Isaac is used to pain and will try to pretend he is alright. You might be the only one that can if he is lying or not."
Derek nods again, "I understand, Deaton. I'll take care of him." Derek watches the vet leave before going back into the loft. Isaac doesn't seem to have moved from his spot on Derek's bed.
Derek grabs a pair of sweats and t-shirt. He gives them to Isaac. Derek turns away, so the Omega can get changed. He turns back around when the sound of fabric has stilled.
Isaac sits with his head bowed, "I'm damaged, Derek. I'm broken."
The words break Derek's already shattered heart. Derek lifted Isaac's chin. Teary eyes staring up at him, Derek spoke softly, "You are not broken, Isaac. Peter's the damaged one. I'm sorry I ever let him near you. But this is not your fault."
Isaac nods as if trying to believe Derek's words. Derek lets out a breath. At least he's trying to believe me. Derek pulls Isaac against him as they lay down. "Sleep, Isaac. I'll protect." Slowly, Isaac drifts to sleep to the thudding sound of his Alpha's heart.
