Chapter 3
I still own nothing.
Panic flared up inside of Derek. How long had he been like this? His heartbeat was slow-too slow for Derek's liking. "SCOTT!" Derek flipped him over so he was facing him and was shaking his shoulders. His eyes opened sluggishly and he has wheezing.
"Derek? What's going on? What's wrong with him?" Stiles yelled.
"He's not breathing. I don't know what's wrong and he's not responding. We have to get him breathing again. His heart is slowing already."
"What do we do?"
Derek ignored him. "Scott. Answer me. I need you to be conscious and tell me what's wrong." He used his alpha voice so Scott wouldn't-couldn't- refuse.
Scott's eyes shot open and we started wheezing louder. He started clawing at the left side of his upper torso right at where his lung is. Derek pulled his shirt off to only gasp. Stiles started heaving in the crook of his elbow. There was a bullet wound-but it looked like Derek's arm when he was shot-times 10. Black veins completely covered his left torso. Scott heaved on last deafening wheeze before his eyes rolled back in his head and his breathing stopped.
"Stiles. Help me get him to the jeep. We need to take him to Deaton. Get him on the phone."
"Okay." Stiles quickly typed the number while Derek carried Scott's limp form to the jeep. After 4 rings, Deaton finally answered. "Doc!" Stiles shouted. "Scott's not breathing. Black veins are covering his entire left torso and the bullet wound is still there. We need you to meet us at the vet!" Deaton agreed and hung up. They finally arrived and Scott was in bad condition. They got him out of the jeep and into the vets onto a table. They strapped him down and Deaton checked him over. "It must be a different type of wolfsbane. Derek, can you identify it from the scent?"
"I can try." He inhaled a deep breath through his nose, only to sneeze at the smell. "It's Nordic Blue Monkshood. But enough of it I'm surprised he's not dead."
"Derek, you're going to have to comfort him again, for this will be severely painful.
Deaton lights the wolfsbane and gathers it in his hand. He shoves it in the wound and the reaction was immediate. Scott started howling and thrashing, and managed to get one of his arms free. He immediately latched on to Derek's hand with his own with bone crushing strength. He looked at Derek with such pain in his eyes that Derek wanted to yell at Deaton to stop. But he knew that he couldn't, so he just held Scotts hand tighter and whispered comforting words.
"Okay now we have to do it again, but this time it must be vaporized in order to heal his actual lung."
Derek saw the sheer terror on Scott's face. He must be remembering the terrible pain that Mrs. Argent put him through during the rave. He just murmured more comforting words so only Scott could hear him. Scott visibly relaxed, but only a little as Deaton strapped on the mask and flipped on the machine.