"Ahh shut up." I say stiles starts his Jeep till someone falls behind it.
"Oh, my God." I say when I see Derek.
"Oh, no no...no.... no, not here." Scott says panicking.
"You've gotta be kidding me. This guy's everywhere." Stiles says shaking his head.
"What the hell? What are you doing here?" Scott asked.
"I was shot." Derek said panting.
"He's not looking so good, guys we need to help him." I say scared.
"Why aren't you healing?" Scott asked.
"I can't. It was...it was a different kind of bullet." Derek says.
"A silver bullet?" Stiles asked.
"No, you idiot." Derek says.
"Wait, wait. That's what she meant when she said you had 48 hours." Scott said.
"What? Who....who said 48 hours?"
"The one who shot you." Scott says, Derek's eyes start glowing blue.
"What are you doing? Stop that!" Scott says.
"I'm trying to tell you, I can't!" Derek says falling I jump out the car to help him.
"Oh my God Derek." I say panicking.
"Derek get up." Scott says.
"Guys Help me to put him in the car." I say, they get out and help me put him in the front seat.
"I need you to find out what kind of bullet they used." Derek says.
How the hell am I supposed to do that?" Scott says.
"'Cause she's an Argent. She's with them."
"Wow Allison really need to have a talk with her family." I mutter.
"Why should I help you?" Scott says.
"Scott we can't let him die." I say annoyed Scott even asked that.
"Because you need me." Derek says.
"Fine. I'll try. You guys get him out of here." Scott says as we pull out leaving him I scoot forward to check on Derek.
"Derek please don't die." I say.
"I hate you for this so much." Stiles mumbles I hit him.
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"Stiles he's bleeding." I say, we are still driving.
"Hey, try not to bleed out on my seats, okay, We're almost there." Stiles says.
"Almost where?" Derek ask.
"Your house."
"What? No, you can't take me there."
"We can't take you to your own house?" I ask.
"Not when I can't protect myself." He says.
"All right. What happens if Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet? Hmm? Are you dying?" Stiles ask.
"Not yet. I have a last resort." Derek mumbles.
"What do you mean? What last resort?" I ask confused, Derek then lifts his sleeve.
"Oh God Derek." I say.
"Oh, my God. What is that...Oh, is that contagious? You know what, you should probably just get out." Stiles doesn't do good with blood or whatever is coming out of Derek.
Dont die Derek!
Start from the beginning
