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Derek put his fingers on Stiles' neck and breathed in relief as he found a strong and steady pulse. He carded his hand through the boy's hair and shifted to sit more comfortably.
"Erica?" Alpha Derek moved to the fallen wolves. "Scott?"
"I'm fine," the girl answered, sighing. "Just can't move."
"Same," Scott replied. "Though I can move a bit."
"You got banged up before kanima paralyzed you," past Derek explained as he placed Erica in a more comfortable position. "Healing helps to get rid of the venom faster."
Younger Stiles tripped into the train car back, out of breath.
"Got it," he wheezed, clumsily making his way towards the future people.
Derek nodded his thanks and busied himself with tending to the wound.
Stiles grimaced, looking away and sighed, massaging the back of his neck. He took a few steps to Scott, to check on him and found the young werewolf poking at the barrier; the air changing to blue in the place where he put a pressure.
"That's cool," Scott said in awe. "And it can get out?"
"No," the Alpha replied, coming to stand next to them.
"What is it?" Stiles asked, curiously extending his hand to touch the barrier, too.
Alpha Derek caught his wrist and glared at him, tugging him away, "Mountain Ash. Doesn't work on humans."
"Oh," Stiles took an extra step back.
"We need to take him to Deaton," Derek decided, frowning at the shredded fin. There was no way to fix that delicate thing. At least not here.
"Well, he can't go in public like this," younger Stiles waved at his other version and his tail.
Derek rolled his eyes and wrapped a blanket around the tail, taking extra care to gently cover the fin. Then he proceed to take the unconscious boy into his arms.
"Let's go," he ordered, walking to the exit.
The veterinarian let them in, no unnecessary questions asked, and went right to work.
"There is nothing much I can help," Deaton stated after he stitched the lacerations on the tail and examined the fin. "From what you explained to me, everything is magic related. So when the spell wears off, he should be fine."
"But it can take hours," Scott observed. "Won't it hurt in the meantime?"
"Probably," the vet nodded. He walked to the shelves and pulled a few items out.
"Is that a sedative?" Derek eyed the syringe Deaton was preparing.
"A painkiller," the vet explained. "But yes, it acts as a sedative too."
"Find something else," the werewolf ordered. "No sedatives."
The future Derek and Deaton engaged in a staring down. Finally the vet nodded, "Allright."
"What?" past Stiles exclaimed. "No, no, no. I'm all for a sedative! Who are you to decide that?"
Derek turned an unimpressed look at him.
"Trust me," he growled out. "You don't want him not being able to wake up."
"I have just a thing," Deaton said. "But we'll need him to wake up first, so I can adjust the right dose."
"Okay," the oldest werewolf nodded.
"Anything else I can do, while we wait?" the vet asked.
"Well, if you can give him his voice back."