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Lydia put her car in park in the front of the station, her heart racing in anger and concern as she got out and slammed the door shut behind her, surprised that the window didn't crack or shatter from the force. She swung her purse up onto her shoulder as she walked into the station, her eyes scanning from desk to desk in order to try and find the deputy and the wolf.
"Lydia? They're back here in the break room, crashed out on the sofa. They're tangled up in each other at the moment, they look impossible to separate." explained John as he walked out of his office, holding a hand out to guide the strawberry blonde back towards the break room. She followed after him at his side, matching him stride for stride.
"Thank you, Sheriff, for at least keeping Derek here. We don't really want him out on his own right now. Stiles would have came down to pick him up, but he's hold up with Allison and Scott. I'm not sure which one of them wants to kill him more. Hopefully he's still all in one piece by the time I get the wolf home." explained Lydia as they walked into the break room. John's eyebrows rose up in question at what the girl had meant, but knowing what his son was like, he just brushed it off. The Banshee knelt down beside the sofa and gently ran her hand up and down Derek's arm, watching as goosebumps broke out over his skin and a slight tremor went through his body. Her eyebrows furrowed and concern flashed through her eyes as she reached up and gently slid her thumb over the wolf's forehead, taking in the feeling of his cold and slightly skin.
"Stay with these two, try waking Derek up. I need to call Allison." explained the girl as she rose to her feet and started to dig in her purse for her phone as she walked out of the break room. Within minutes she had dialed her best friend's number and was leaning against the door frame as it rang.
What is it, Lydia? Did you find him at the station?
Yes, he's here with Parrish. There's a problem and I really don't know what to do. I thought werewolves couldn't get sick.
They can't, as far as I know. What's going on?
Derek's cold and shivering, he's ashy pale. I have no idea what's happening and I don't know what to do.
Wake him up. Immediately. His blood sugar probably has dropped really low, if it drops any lower he could pass out again or start seizing.
John's trying to wake him up right now. What do I do once he's awake?
Have him drink something as soon as he's awake, something with sugar in it. Tea, soda, juice, anything with sugar or caffeine. It'll bring his sugar up and stabilize it. He will have no choice but to eat something either on the way home or once he gets home. Don't bring him back to the house, Scott and I are on our way to Deaton's to ask him what to do. Bring Derek there.
I'll have John grab a soda from the vending machine and I'll see if I can get Derek to take some in. I'll bring him straight to Deaton's.
As fast as you possibly can.
"He's awake, Lydia! But he's not looking too good, Parrish can barely hold him up in the seat." called out John from the break room. Lydia turned on her heel and ran back into the break room, her heels clicking on the floor beneath her. She gave John a gentle shove towards the door, with a stern look on her face.
"I need you to grab a drink from the vending machine, something high in sugar. His body really needs it right now. It's either that or he could fall into a seizure." explained the strawberry blonde as she shoved a few quarters into the man's hands, watching as he bolted from the room. Lydia walked over to the couch and knelt down, placing both hands on both of the wolf's knees, rubbing circles in them with his thumbs. Green eyes watched her hands from beneath dark lashes before they raised to look at her face, eventually meeting her eyes for only a brief second.
"Lydia? Answer me honestly. What is wrong with him, why does he look like he's about to drop and never get back up?" asked Parrish as he kept his arm around the wolf's shoulder to keep him upright, the younger teen's head resting down on his shoulder. They were only a year apart, both overprotective of the other and both trying to play the role of the older brother.
"Derek's sick, Jordan. He's really sick." explained Lydia as she rose from the floor to take a seat on the other side of the wolf, her fingers skimming over the side of his neck to feel his pulse, the skin pulsing beneath her fingertips.
"Werewolves can't get sick." ground out the deputy between clenched teeth, his eyes narrowing a fraction at her. Lydia sighed softly as she ran a hand through her hair before she turned a bit more to the side to face the deputy.
"I can't be the one to tell you, Jordan. Only Derek can be the one to tell you what's going on. If I could tel you then I would in a heartbeat. All I can say is that Derek needs help and support right now. And to drink this before I have to take him to Deaton's." explained the Banshee as she watched the Sheriff walk back into the break room and set a can of soda down onto the table.
"Will Derek tell us what's going on or will I have to pry it out of Stiles?" asked John as he placed his hands on his hips, his thumbs hooking down into his belt.
"You might have to pry a bit until Derek is comfortable with everybody knowing. The Pack knows, of course, we found out by force. It would be good if Melissa knew because she's a Nurse, but Derek hasn't been very open about it yet. To put everything into perspective, if Derek doesn't get help and get help fast, it could kill him." explained Lydia as she opened the can with a sharp crack, handing it to Parrish who was trying to convince the wolf to take just a sip. Derek turned his head away from the offered drink, opting to tuck his face further into the side of the deputy's neck.
"Hey. Hey. It's okay, Der, I promise. It's not going to hurt you, it's going to do you some good. You really need this right now. You'll feel better once you get a few sips of it in. Here, I'll take one and then you take one right after. I promise it's not bad or anything." coaxed Jordan as he brought the can up to his own lips, his throat flexing as he swallowed down the fizzy liquid. He could feel the wolf's eyes watching his every movement as he lowered the can from his lips. Jordan turned a bit to get the wolf to take his face away from his neck, whispering softly "Just a few, okay? Just a few.".
"'M okay. 'M fine. I swear." whispered Derek, his words a little slurred as he struggled to raise himself off of the deputy's side and shoulder, only to get pulled impossibly closer by said deputy.
"No. No. Just a few sips, Der. Just a few, okay? For me?" asked Jordan as he leaned forward to retrieve the can off of the table again. Derek tucked his face into the older teen's neck again, reluctant to even look at the can in his hand, eyes snapping open when he felt a hand come up and a thumb brush over his cheek bone. His green eyes looked up into the hazel eyes of Jordan, who was holding the can close to the wolf's mouth. The wolf looked from Jordan, to the can, and then back to Jordan before he nodded his head a few small times. The deputy placed the can against the wolf's lips and tilted it forwards a bit, watching as the wolf's throat flexed as he reluctantly took a few small sips of the soda, his nose crinkling up a few times from the bubbles. Jordan ran his hand up and down the wolf's arm, feeling him relax down into his side, tucking himself into his side as if he could offer the wolf any sense of protection.