Hey everyone sorry I haven't updated sooner but school was ending and I had finals and I am finally done so I should be updating more and faster minus a few nights this week for Graduation and award night. So thanks for the cooperation.
By the end of the day my chest cavity felt as if a fire was set inside me and I could hardly breath. "Are you ok?" Scott asked as I looked at him with anger, he backed up in shock and it sent wonder into my brain. I felt the change coming on. "Why can't you control it?"
"I don't know," I growled seeing my reflection in the mirror my lavender eyes shown bright. "Get me out of here," I barked as he lifted me to my feet looking for an exit. With each step we took the bullet wound hurt more and more. The bell rang sending a splitting migraine through my head. "I can get there," I sighed nudging my head toward the door. Scott nodded believing me and went to his next class as I stumbled more and more to the door.
"Where are you going?" My head jerked in the direction the voice came and Jackson stood there staring at me with a stupid smirk.
"To my bike so I can go home."
"Oh, you look like shit Hale," he smirked satisfied. "So let me guess you were the one to give it to McCall." I felt my heart drop.
"What?"
"You know, come on, Scott couldn't have gotten better at lacrosse over the summer."
"You think I'm giving him drugs?" I asked laughing.
"By the looks of it, your not only giving your taking, lay off," he patted my chest and I grabbed his wrist slamming him into his locker, he groaned in pain and that's when it hit me, my nails were pressed in his neck, I could feel the blood already forming to heal his neck. I pulled my hand away and shoved my hand in my pocket and began walking back to the doors, my leg hurt far more than it had. I finally got to my bike and pulled myself on when the bell blared out again the day was over and I was gonna die at school. I got my helmet on and my bike started and so I pulled the throttle. I was almost out when I felt a nauseating feeling take over me and the next thing I knew, my bike was falling and I slammed the ground; I heard a car screech behind me and I looked and saw Stiles' jeep come to a halt.
"What the hell?" Scott barked running over.
"I didn't hit him if that's what your thinking." I nodded well at least tried to nod in agreement.
"It doesn't matter just help me get him in the car," Scott demanded picking me up from under my arms. After they got me in Scott picked up my bike and pushed it to the side. I had no clue how I was going to get it back. Stiles peeled out and I pulled my pant leg up.
"Where should I take you?" I looked at him with a heavy glare.
"Does it look like I know the answer?" I growled as he shrugged. I started unwrapping my leg, the burn hurt more then it did when I first got shot.
"OK, then, what about your home?"
"I can't protect myself, if any hunter where to show up, I'm dead." He looked at me oddly. "What?" I snapped.
"You sound like your brother right now."
"I don't fricken care if I sound like Derek right now, either you get me to some place to take care of this…" I barked pointing to the hole in my leg now revealing as Stiles began to gag.
"Is that contagious?" he gaged again trying to avoid looking at it as I just glared.
"Now drive before I rip your throat out, with my teeth," I demanded as Stiles looked toward the road completely freaked out. Ahead I couldn't tell exactly but it looked like someone was standing in the middle of street and my sight was right since Stiles slammed the break to avoid hitting no other than Derek. He jumped in the car and looked at me.
"So they got you," he chuckled as Stiles took off. "Where are we going?" he asked as if he was enjoying my pain.
"I have no clue," I moaned as a bolt of pain shot up my leg. Stiles was on the phone talking to Scott, and he finally sounded a tad relieved.
"Tell him, we're gonna need the bullet," Derek leaned forward as Stiles repeated the message and then hung up. A silent drive later we pulled up to the animal clinic and I looked at Stiles like he was an idiot.
"You're going to treat me like a dog?"
"Well you sort of are," Derek laughed as I sat up ready to attack, while Stiles pushed me back.
"Help me get him out," he sighed as Derek climbed out and both of them dragged me into the vet's. They placed me onto a metal table and Derek grabbed my pant leg and ripped it to the knee exposing the bullet wound. I started to feel light headed and the pain was getting worse, and I had no clue what was killing me.
"Stiles, you are going to have to do something if Scott doesn't get here in time." Stiles face said it all, he looked scared out of his mind as Derek began walking around the animal clinic. I was starting to get worried at the sound of my brother's words. An hour or two passed I lost track of time and Stiles was getting worried as well I. "Ok, we don't have time, if he doesn't show up soon you are going to have to amputate," Derek said pulling out a surgical saw.
"Wait, what? Is it going to heal?"
"If we do it correctly maybe," he said calmly handing Stiles the saw while he grabbed a rubber pipe from the shelf and began tying it around my leg.
"I can't do this," Stiles said skittishly.
"What? Do you like faint at the sight of blood?"
"No, but I may at a severed LEG!" I grabbed a metal bar from the table I laid and looked at Stiles.
"Just do it," I growled placing the pipe in my mouth, all of a sudden I felt something crawling up my throat and I forced the pipe from my mouth and leaned over vomiting off the table, my vision cleared and black blood rested on the floor.
"What the hell is that?" Stiles asked sounding totally uncomfortable.
"It's his body trying to heal you are going to have to do it now," Derek demanded as Stiles placed the cold metal to my leg, sending a chill down my spine. Just before he turned it on the double doors shot open and Scott walked in.
"What the hell are you doing?" he barked as Stiles sighed in relief.
"You just saved me a life time of nightmares." I looked at Scott and he pulled the bullet out, I grabbed it and looked at it feeling an uncomfortable presence from it. But before I could rip it open my eye lids became heavy and I passed out. I laid in pitch black as I could feel myself drifting into a coma but I could hear Derek, Stiles, and Scott yelling at each other.
"Wake him up?" Derek barked my guess at Stiles.
"Scott," he doesn't look good," Stiles retaliated.
"Shut up," Scott responded. "I almost have it." What was he reaching for?
"Scott, I think he's dying. I think he's dead?" Stiles panicked. I wanted to laugh but my body was restful.
"Got it," he screamed. I felt someone punch me and I sat up ignoring the pain from my face. Derek ripped the bullet from Scott's hand ripped it open and burned the powder and I watched a blue cloud rise. Derek pulled the burned pile in his hand and cramped it into my leg. I screamed in agonizing pain and howled rolling off the table and squirming on the floor. When everything subsided I stood and looked at everyone.
"You ok?" Scott asked as I looked at my leg.
"Minus the horrific pain, I think I am," I laughed. Scott turned to Derek and sighed. They began discussing somethings about Scott going to work with the Hunters and all that crap and I turned to Stiles. "You mind giving me a lift to the school?" I asked as he laughed with a nod and we left. Stiles quickly drove to my bike I pushed the key in and listened to the roar of the engine with a smile. "I'll see you later I got to go see my sister," I nodded as Stiles cleared his throat.
"You mind if I come?" I shrugged and took off with him following me. We pulled up to the hospital and I killed the engine and the two of us walked through the hospital and into her room. She laid silently and Stiles walked over to her and pushed back her hair.
"That was from the alpha right?"
"Yeah, they believe the whole animal attack thing and I am going to let them believe it," I laughed sitting down.
"She's cold," Stiles said silently almost concerned.