CHAPTER 7 – WOLFSBANE BULLET

We got to the Vet Clinic and Stiles grabbed the key and helped me get Derek inside before I sat him on top of a bag of dog food and I sat down on the floor beside him. Stiles got a text and then turned to face us.
"Does Northern blue monkshood mean anything to you?" Stiles asked. I looked to Derek.
"It's a rare form of wolfsbane. He has to bring me the bullet" Derek replied.
"Why?" Stiles asked.
"'Cause I'm gonna die without it" Derek told him. I helped Derek up and he leant on me as we walked into the treatment room and Stiles shook Derek off and Derek took off his shirt and Stiles looked disgusted at the wound.
"You know, that really doesn't look like anything some echinacea and a good night of sleep couldn't take care of" Stiles said.
"When the infection reaches my heart, it'll kill me" Derek told him.
"Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?" Stiles asked and Derek started going through the drawers and cabinets looking for something.
"If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time - Last resort" he said as he pulled out a bone saw.
"Which is?" I asked.
"You're gonna cut off my arm" Derek told Stiles. I helped Derek get a band around his arm which would prevent him from bleeding out.
"Oh, my God. What if you bleed to death?" Stiles asked, beginning to panic.
"It'll heal if it works" I told him.
"Why can't she do it?" Stiles asked Derek, pointing at me.
"Are you strong enough to hold him down?" I returned.
"Wait, are you? Are you a werewolf too?" Stiles asked, finally realising. I nodded.
"Ugh. Look - I don't know if I can do this" Stiles admitted, referring to the bone saw.
"Why not" Derek asked.
"Well, because of the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone, and especially the blood" Stiles yelled.
"I've known you forever, you don't faint at the sight of blood" I said.
"No, but I might at the sight of a chopped - off arm" Stiles told me.
"All right, fine. How about this? Either you cut off my arm, or I'm gonna cut off your head" Derek threatened.
"Okay, you know what, I'm so not buying your threats any-" Stiles stopped when Derek grabbed his shirt. "Oh, my God. Okay. All right, bought, sold. Totally. I'll do it. I'll do it. What? What are you doing? Holy God, what the hell is that?" Stiles asked when Derek vomited black blood.
"It's my body - Trying to heal itself" Derek told him. I held Derek up and turned to Stiles.
"Well, it's not doing a very good job of it" he commented.
"Now. You gotta do it now" I told Stiles and Derek nodded.
"Look, honestly, I don't think I can."
"Just do it" Derek yelled.
"Oh, my God. Okay, okay. Oh, my God. All right, here we go" Stiles said as he picked up the bone saw and held it just below the band on Derek's arm.
"Stiles" Scott called out as he entered the room.
"Scott?" Stiles breathed a sigh of relief.
"What the hell are you doing?" Scott asked.
"Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares."
"Did you get it?" Derek asked Scott as he stood upright again, he was wobbly.
"What are you gonna do with it?" Scott asked as he handed the bullet to Derek.
"I'm gonna - I'm gonna-" Derek dropped the bullet before collapsing. I caught him and slowly set him down on the floor. Looking to Scott, I saw him trying to reach down the drain to grab the bullet.
"No. No, no, no, no" Scott repeated.
"Derek. Derek, come on, wake up" I said as I gently tapped the side of Derek's face with my palm.
"Scott, what the hell are we gonna do?" Stiles asked, kneeling opposite me.
"I don't know! I can't reach it" Scott said.
"He's not waking up" Stiles said.
"Come on" Scott said, trying to reach the bullet.
"I think he's dying. I think he's dead." I glared at Stiles.
"He's not dead" I snapped.
"Just hold on! Come on. Oh! I got it! I got it" Scott said as he sat up with the bullet in his hand.
"Please don't kill me for this. Ugh! Ow! God" Stiles yelled as he hit Derek and hurt his own hand. Derek woke up and took the bullet from Scott and then he and I helped Derek to his feet. Derek burnt the herb inside the bullet and then shoved it in his arm and dropped to the ground, writhing in agony. The wound healed and he sat up.
"That - Was - Awesome! Yes!" Stiles cheered and Derek and I glared at him.
"Are you okay?" Scott asked.
"Well, except for the agonizing pain" Derek said and stood up. I got up and it felt like a head rush.
"I'm guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health" Stiles grumbled.
"Okay, we saved your life, which means you're gonna leave us alone, you got that? And if you don't, I'm gonna go back to Allison's dad, and I'm gonna tell him everything-" Scott said.
"You're gonna trust them? You think they can help you?" Derek asked.
"Well, why not? They're a lot freaking nicer than you are" Scott yelled.
"I can show you exactly how nice they are" Derek said.
"What do you mean?" Scott asked. I grabbed Derek's arm and he turned to face me and the room went dark as I passed out.

Scott's P.O.V
I watched as Olivia grabbed Derek's arm and then collapsed, Derek caught her before her head could hit the ground and he picked her up and placed her on the table.
"Damn it" Derek mumbled. He took her jacket off and looked over her arms and then felt across her stomach.
"What are you doing?" I yelled. He stopped and turned to me.
"Trying to find the bullet wound" he told me.
"She was shot too? Why didn't you tell me?" I asked.
"Because she didn't tell me" he yelled.
"She seemed fine in the car" Stiles piped up. Derek slid his hand over her jeans and stopped on her left thigh.
"Here" Derek said. "You need to get another bullet."
"I can't, Kate is already suspicious of me" I told him.
"Kate" he said. "What room of the house? I'll get the bullet."
"She's in the guest bedroom on the left side of the house. It's in a black bag under the bed" I told him. He brushed Olivia's hair out of her face and then kissed her hand before he started to walk away, stopping in front of me.
"Make sure she's still alive when I get back."

Stiles sat by the wall while I stood by the table. Olivia's breathing was ragged, I lifted the bottom of her shirt and saw the black veins.
"Stiles, what do we do if Derek doesn't come back with the bullet?" I asked.
"You saw him before he left. I think he loves her" Stiles said.
"I don't trust him."
"Well trust her. She was so focussed on keeping Derek alive that she risked her own life to do it" Stiles said.
"I'm here" Derek came inside and ran over to Olivia's side. He quickly burnt the herb inside the bullet and looked to me.
"Can you cut a hole in her jeans so I can shove this in it?" he asked me. I moved to my sister's side and took the pair of scissors that Stiles offered me. I cut a hole in her jeans just big enough to see the wound. "Move." Derek moved me aside with his shoulder and shoved the cure into her thigh. Olivia moved slightly and then sat up, her eyes met Derek's and she wrapped her arms around his neck and Derek hugged her back.

Olivia P.O.V
I sat in the back seat of Derek's car as we drove to the Long Term Care Facility of the hospital.
"What are we doing here?" Scott asked. We got out of the car and headed to one of the rooms. "Who is he?" Scott asked as he spotted a man in a wheelchair.
"My uncle. Peter Hale" Derek said. I stood beside him, kneeling in front of the comatose Peter.
"Is he - like you, a werewolf?" Scott asked.
"He was. Now he's barely even human. Six years ago, my sister and I were at school, and our house caught fire. 11 people were trapped inside. He was the only survivor" Derek explained. "Olivia pulled Peter out."
"So - What makes you so sure that they set the fire?" Scott asked, referring to the Argents.
"'Cause they're the only ones that knew about us" Derek replied.
"Well, then - They had a reason" Scott said. My jaw dropped and I looked at Scott in disbelief.
"Like what? You tell me what justifies this" Derek said and turned Peter so Scott could see the burns on Peter's face. "They say they'll only kill an adult, and only with absolute proof, but there were people in my family that were perfectly ordinary in that fire. This is what they do. And it's what Allison will do" Derek yelled.
"What are you doing? How did you get in here?" Peter's nurse asked. We all turned to face her.
"We were just leaving" I told her. Derek and I walked out and got in the car with Scott trailing behind.
"Allison's not like the others" Scott said quietly.
"She's an Argent, they'll teach her to be like them" I told him.
"Why are you so sure?" Scott asked.
"Because I never thought that Kate Argent would ever hurt a Hale" I told him and rested my hand on Derek's.

AUTHOR'S NOTE - chapter 8 will be posted tomorrow. If I can get at least 1 review then I will post chapter 9 tomorrow as well. Much love!