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( 𝟎𝟎𝟗 ) a near death experience

   'magic bullet'

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AROUND TWENTY MINUTES later, Stiles, Alyssa and Derek had arrived at the animal clinic that Scott worked at. Alyssa was sitting next to Derek as he leant against the wall, not having much strength.
She didn't know how to comfort him, he wasn't much of a touchy person, so she opted to just sit next to him to let him know that she was there.
They were very close, with him basically bringing her up from a young age, she had always looked up to him.

"Does Northern Blue Monkshood mean anything to you?" Stiles asked the Hale siblings, from across the room, he lifted up his cell phone, to show that he had a message from Scott.

"Great." Alyssa mumbled to herself, picking at her nail varnish on her fingernails, something she did when she was anxious, she knew what it was.

"It's a rare form of wolfsbane." Derek informed Stiles, "He has to bring me the bullet."

Stiles didn't seem to understand Derek and Alyssa's worry, "Why?" He asked them.

Alyssa raised her eyebrows, wondering how he can't guess what will happen to Derek, as both of their facial expressions are full of worry. "He'll die without it." She told Stiles.

"Okay." Stiles said, calmly, but you could sense that he was anything but, calm. He was tapping his fingers against the metal table, when he spoke again, masking the silence in the room. "You know, that really doesn't look like anything some echinacea and a good night of sleep couldn't take care of."

"When the infection reaches my heart, it'll kill me." Derek dead-panned, whilst glaring at the buzz-cut boy.

Derek took of his jacket as they stood in the main room of the animal clinic, it was obvious that the poison was on its way to his heart. The veins had spread all the way up to his shoulder, making it look like some kind of horror movie.
To say Alyssa was worried, was an understatement; if he died, that would mean that she would have absolutely no one, except for a brain-dead Peter for an uncle.
She was scared, she didn't want to be alone, that's what scared her the most.

"Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?" Stiles remarked, while leaning against the metal table.

"If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time..." Derek said, pausing to make his way over to the counter, "Last resort." He confirmed.

While Stiles gawked at the electric bone saw in Derek's hand, Alyssa rolled her eyes and sighed, she was hoping that it wouldn't have to come to the last resort. Even if they did do it, it wasn't definite that it would confirm that the poison won't reach Derek's heart.
But if Scott didn't make it here within the next five minutes, they won't have a choice but to go along with it.