Chapter 3
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Previously...
"I'm going to try something. If it works, you'll be able to heal yourself and you can then take me to the hospital."
"And if it doesn't?" Scott asked cautiously, having been on the receiving end of Stiles's crazy plans before.
"Then we both die." Stiles says simply, his heart rate remaining steady. Not a lie then.
"No. You don't have to risk yourself. Just reach at the edge of the preserve and call 911 when you find a signal and you'll be fine." Scott said not wanting his friend to risk his life for him.
"Scott, I can barely stand, let alone walk. I can't make it without your help buddy. We have to at least try."
"OK." Scott said resignedly, "What do I have to do?"
"Nothing, just get me to the hospital as soon as you can once you start healing." Stiles said simply.
Scott did not like the sound of those words but he agreed anyway.
Now...
Stiles asks Scott to lie back down on his back. Scott does as he's told. Stiles has been learning from Deaton to use his Spark. Deaton had said that he had potential and that with continued practice and hard work he could use his Spark to protect the people he loved—his dad, Scott, the pack, his friends. He has been practicing under the watchful eye of the vet for the past couple of months. He had read all the books that Deaton had given him and then some more but all that he has managed so far was lighting and blowing off candles that too if he concentrated hard enough on the spark within and ignored the bleeding nose that he got on occasion.
Stiles had read in one of the books on how it was possible to draw out the poison from an infected person if you knew what you were looking for. Stiles knew that Scott was infected with wolfsbane and wolfsbane was something that Stiles was well acquainted with. Stiles has made it his life's mission to study as many varieties of wolfsbane as possible, to study its effects on werewolves and how to counteract them. He didn't want what happened at that motel during their cross country meet to repeat again. He still had nightmares about Scott drenched in gasoline, ready to light himself up under the influence of the wolfsbane powder from Coach's whistle. He remembers how close he was to losing Scott that day. Had he not set himself in the line of fire (literally) and pleaded to Scott, he would have lost his best friend then.
Since then Stiles has researched the hell out of wolfsbane. He has tried to collect samples of as many variations of the said plant as possible so that they can be burned and it's ash could be used when need arises. He currently had the sample of the wolfsbane that has infected Scott in his jeep but they couldn't reach it in their current situation.
Stiles lays his palms flat against Scott's chest. He didn't have much time left. The poison was almost up to his friend's heart which wasn't a good sign. He himself was fighting a battle to stay conscious and concentrate on the task at hand. Stiles closed his eyes and concentrated on the wound near Scott's chest. He just had to 'Believe' (that's what Deaton usually says anyway)and the 'Spark' will do it's job. He felt for the wolfsbane running around inside Scott's blood and nerves and guided his Spark to pull the poison towards the surface.
"Your hands are glowing."Scott said mesmerized but Stiles failed to answer as all his attention was focused towards eradicating the poison from his friend.
Scott could feel the black veins slowly moving away from his heart allowing him to breathe freely in what seemed like forever. He watched Stiles's hands glow and do something to the wolfsbane poison inside his body followed by a drop of fresh blood from Stiles's nose.
"Stiles." Scott says trying to shake Stiles awake from his trance, "Stiles, wake up. Your nose is bleeding." But Stiles failed to respond. He continued to draw the poison out of Scott's body and towards the surface ignoring Scott's calls and his own bleeding nose, shallow breathing and erratic heartbeat. He had to save Scott before he lost his battle with consciousness and probably his life. He had to give Scott a fighting chance for survival.
When Stiles felt that enough wolfsbane was drawn to gather the required ash, he concentrated harder on his spark, ignoring the now steadily bleeding nose and his throbbing chest and used the last of his waning strength to ignite the wolfsbane and burn it. He applied the ash on all of Scott's wounds and hoped that he got the method right and that it'll be enough to save him.
"You're going to be fine. Tell dad that I love him." Were the last words from Stiles before his heart finally gave up and it stopped beating, unable to handle all the strain caused by the use of magic and an injured body.
TBC.
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