"Derek?" Peter almost yelled as Derek all of a sudden just went limp in Peter's grasp,
"DEREK!"
"Deaton hurry up!" Peter yelled in the direction of the clinic as he headed towards the back entrance.
When Peter saw Deaton he would have fallen to his knees if he had not been holding Derek right then and there.
"What happened Peter?"
Deaton asked a whole lot calmer than Peter felt right then and there at this very moment in time.
" I don't know, Derek has been a little testy over the past few days due to the upcoming full moon."
Peter said trying to think of anything that might have been odd or even out of place at the time.
"Wait!" The school bell!" Peter all of a sudden yelled out as he suddenly remembered that when he and Derek had been about to leave.
That the school bell had gone off, and even though Derek had seemed to be in pain then Peter had brushed it off as over sensitivity of Derek's werewolf senses due to the upcoming full moon.
" What do you mean Peter?"
Deaton asked Peter calmly but also quickly as both Peter and himself laid Derek down on the examination table in the back room.
Deaton's face was scrunched up from the heat that he could feel due to Derek's fever so Deaton immediately faced Peter and said to him:
" Go get a bucket of cold water and some rags in the bathroom now, we need to get his fever down or Derek could end up with brain damage."
Deaton said quickly to Peter who immediately followed Deaton's instructions, and as soon as Peter had left Deaton began to cut off both Derek's shirt.
Before Peter could return Deaton grabbed a thermometer from a drawer nearest to him and then persuaded Derek to open his mouth and to place his tongue over the device.
Deaton knew that a werewolf 's body ran a few degrees hotter at about 100F but only after the turn. So when Deaton looked at the device which read 101F Deaton told Peter to hurry it up.
As Deaton looked over the young werewolf's body he noticed that there was a slight reddish black area along the right side of his rib cage.
It was a mark that looked a lot like a club or something had been used to hit Derek in the rib cage which really explained why Derek was having trouble breathing.
" Peter hurry up!" Deaton repeated as Peter appeared and began to soak Derek's forehead with the cold rag.
Peter thought he felt Derek almost seemingly push towards his hand which caused him to nearly breakdown right then and there.
Whoever or whatever had done this to his nephew was going to be extremely sorry for what they had done to Derek.
"What's wrong with him Deaton?"
Peter asked Deaton calmly as he continued his efforts towards breaking Derek's fever. Deaton looked to the side and then turned to look Peter directly in the face and then calmly asked Peter:
" have you ever heard of Black Wolfsbane?" A question which caused Peter to become frantic, because both himself and Talia Hale had lost their own younger brother to it years ago.
"How could he have come into contact with it Peter?" Deaton asked very slowly and calmly hiding his worry. Peter began to think back in time not remembering the even remotest possible way.
Then all of a sudden Peter remembered the very night that Derek had gotten his tattoo. The both of them had been walking down the street to their hotel from the Lone Bleu Tattoo Parlor, when they had been attacked.
In the end Peter and Derek had come out on top, with minor scratches and bruises, Peter had taken a knife to the rib cage but he was healing.
Peter felt immensely stupid right here and now for not ensuring that Derek had not been injured in any way.
Especially with Derek's first full moon being so close and upcoming in time.
"When Derek and I went down to the Lone Bleu Tattoo Parlor we were attacked, I had been so stupid, I completely neglected to check him over."
Peter said to Deaton his voice so full of despair and anguish that it nearly made Deaton break, but instead Deaton decided to simply place a hand on Peter's shoulder.
" I should have checked him over, I never should have believed Derek when he had told me that he was okay, I was just like him, I should have known!"
Peter roared and then chose to slam his closed right fist down onto the surface of the examination table.
