Deaton POV
It has been five days since Stiles has left. I'm getting extremely worried. Scott doesn't have much time. Probably a day or two, tops. His condition has only gotten worse. I just hope the coma is freeing Scott from the pain. The others have also been extremely anxious and scared. I have tried to assure them that it will be okay, that Stiles will make it back, but honestly, I have no idea. I know that Stiles told the others if they don't make it back that they should find another way to save Scott, but I already know that their attempts will fail. Only elken can reverse the effects of the bloodflower's poison. I walk into the back room to find Malia, Kira, Kara, Isaac, Liam, Lydia and Derek are already there, watching over Scott. They have rarely left Scott's side. Neither has Samantha, but I don't see her around at the moment. I wonder where she could be. "The wound. It's still getting worse." Kira points out, shaking her head in disbelief. I walk over and examine Scott. The wound in question is red and black, the mixture of normal and sick blood. I can also see a pus oozing out of the wound, clearly meaning that it is infected. However, I know that bandaging it up won't do it any good. I've been disinfecting it every day, but there is only so much that I can do when it comes to this sort of poison. The skin around the bullet hole has gone a sickly shade of purple mixed with green and black. The thin purple and black veins spreading from the wound and across his body have now started to make their way up Scott's neck and arms.
"How can it get even worse?" Lydia asks hysterically with wide and fearful eyes. I'm sure there are lots of voices telling her that Scott is going to die very soon. I look at the young banshee sympathetically. "At least he's not in pain." I remind her. Lydia nods.
"Well, what's the plan if Stiles doesn't come back?" Malia asks, biting her lip nervously.
"I don't know... Deaton, would there be anything we can do?" Liam asks hopefully.
"Perhaps if I could extract the cells that allow you guys to heal and combine them, I could inject them into Scott and maybe that will be enough to save him, even for a little while." I lie, wanting to give the pack hope. Derek frowns, seeing right through me. "You're lying. That wouldn't work. Besides, how would you even do that? And what would happen to us?" Derek points out.
"I know, I'm just trying to remain as positive as I can and look at all options." I reply. Derek nods in understanding. We all look back down at Scott, the heart monitor beeping steadily.
"How long has he got?" Isaac asks almost in a whisper.
"At most, he has only got two days. His condition just keeps speeding up and getting worse." I sigh. Everyone starts to look like they are giving up hope. Suddenly, someone bursts through the door. We all turn around in surprise. I smile in relief when I see who it is. "Stiles! Oh my god, you made it!" Kira runs across the room and jumps onto Stiles.
"Oof!" I hear Stiles say as he tries to hold onto Kira and return the hug. Everyone else rushes around the two of them, also offering Stiles hugs and handshakes. Once everyone has been reunited, Stiles walks up to me, a smile plastered onto his face. "I did it! I got the elken! I faced so many horrors and dangers, but I got through them!" Stiles exclaims happily, showing me the seaweed. I smile broadly when I see that Stiles has brought me the one thing that can cure Scott. I look back up at Stiles. "I'm so glad that you made it, Stiles. I'm really proud of you. It must have taken so much courage to get to the Emerald Sea, which by many is thought to be a myth, grab the elken and manage to get back here. Within a week too! I know your father would be beyond amazed and proud." I compliment the young prince. Stiles grins back, handing me the elken. "I will go make the cure." I say before rushing out of the room.
Stiles POV
Once Deaton has left the room, I turn back around to everyone else. They all start asking questions at once. "What was the hardest and scariest thing that you had to face?" Lydia asks.
"What was the Emerald Sea like?" Kara wants to know.
"Are you hurt at all?" Kira frowns.
"How dangerous was it? Was it a long journey?" Liam asks.
"Did you ever think you weren't going to make it?" Malia questions.
"How did you persevere through it all?" Derek asks curiously.
"Were you scared?" Isaac questions me.
"Okay, quiet! I can't answer all of you at once!" I say loudly over everyone. That shuts the pack up.
"The scariest thing I had to face was probably the sea witch Diana. She was the one that tempted me into basically selling my soul to save Scott, free my dad and give Atlantia a winning edge in the war. I don't think it was her that scared me. I think it was the fact that I was so close to giving in and taking the deal. It was so hard for me to say no." I answer Lydia's question.
"Well, we are all glad you didn't." Kara smiles.
"The Emerald Sea from what I saw was just like any other part of the ocean, really. I didn't even notice I was there until I found the elken. Maybe there is a nicer part, but I didn't stick around to find out." I explain to Kara, who nods in understanding. I then turn to Kira.
"No, I'm not hurt, thanks for the concern though." I tell her before looking over at Liam.
"It was extremely dangerous. I almost died. A lot. Thankfully the way back was easier, but all in all, the journey was long and tiring. I also didn't get to eat much, so I'm starving right now." I answer him. Then, I glance over to Malia.
"There were many times I thought I wasn't going to make it, especially when the darkness caught up to me, but I got through it." I say. Kara gasps.
"You got swallowed up by darkness?" She asks worriedly. I nod.
"The way I persevered through it Derek, was honestly just thinking about all of you guys, Scott, my dad, my kingdom and my old friends. All of you are my anchor. You give me a steadiness in life, keeping me grounded." I reply to Derek's question. Finally, I turn to look at Isaac.
"I think the others answers I have given made your question quite clear, but I'll let you know anyway. For the most part, I was terrified. I was completely alone trying to find a place that possibly didn't exist to save my best friend. Who wouldn't be terrified?" I say. Isaac nods in understanding.
"I'm going to call Samantha. As Scott's girlfriend, she deserves to know. She has also been with him almost non-stop. She would always stay later than us or she would get here earlier than us. She has been worried sick about him." Malia says before walking a little further away. "Yeah and I'll bet she showed no concern for me, even if she knew the dangers." I mutter under my breath, but all the werewolves heard me. "Well, it's kind of understandable that her mind has just been consumed with worry for Scott, her boyfriend." Liam points out.
"Yeah, I guess you're right." I sigh.
"It would be great if the two of you got along, especially considering she is a part of the pack now." Derek comments.
"What?" I ask in disbelief.
"I think it became official while you were gone. Everyone was in agreement about it." Kara replies, looking guilty due to the fact that they didn't ask for my opinion. I don't let it get to me. "Well, if that's what everyone wants, I don't see why she can't be. I'm sure Scott will be thrilled about it." I say with a forced smile. I walk over to Scott and look down at him. My heart shatters when I see how much worse he has gotten. "I guess I got back just in time, huh?" I comment to my friends. Kira walks up beside me. "Yeah, you did." She replies. We stare at the comatose werewolf for several minutes in silence. "He's going to be okay, Stiles, thanks to you." Kira smiles at me. I blush in embarrassment.
"Well, not just me, I mean I didn't know the cure or how to make it..." I say as I rub the back of my neck awkwardly.
"Oh, don't be so modest. Scott would have died without you." Kira says, playfully nudging me in the arm.
"Well, I know he would have done the same thing for me. Or any member of the pack, for that matter." I shrug. The two of us walk back over to the rest of our friends. I notice that Malia has rejoined as well. I didn't think I could handle seeing Scott in that state anymore. We all look up hopefully when we see Deaton enter the room again, holding a needle with a purple fluid. "This is the antidote. It will also wake him up from the coma. Now all you need to do is to inject it into him and he should wake up, feeling fine." Deaton explains. We all nod.
"Stiles, I think you should do it." Deaton hands me the needle. I stare at it for a moment. I take a deep breath.
"Okay, I'll-" I begin, but I'm interrupted by someone bursting into the room. I turn around to find that it is Samantha. She rushes up to us. "Is that the antidote? Thank god!" Samantha shrieks before she snatches the needle out of my hand and runs over to Scott. I stare at her with shock, completely speechless, as is everyone else. We walk closer as we watch Samantha plunge the needle into Scott's neck. I stand next to her. All of us watch anxiously, waiting for any signs of movement. For a minute or so, there's nothing. I start to feel defeated and I look down at my feet. Maybe I was too late? Without warning, I hear a sudden gasp. I snap my head up quickly to see Scott's eyes are open, his chest moving rapidly to suck in the oxygen his lungs need. Already, I can see color return to his skin, the purple and black veins disappear and the main wound start to heal and close over. "Scott! I'm so glad you're okay!" Samantha cries in relief. She quickly pushes me backwards as she rushes to Scott's side. I stumble slightly, but Kira helps me regain my balance. "Are you okay?" Kira whispers. I nod quickly in response. I don't care that she pushed me over. I'm just so relieved that Scott's awake and on the mend. Scott groans and sits up slightly. "What happened?" He asks in confusion. I'm about to answer, but Samantha answers for me.
"You were poisoned. I thought I was going to lose you, but I managed to get the antidote from the most dangerous part of the ocean and administer it to you in time. I-I wanted Stiles and Kara to come and help me, but they refused. Too scared, I guess." Samantha lies smoothly through her tears of relief. My heart drops. Everyone else in the pack, including Deaton, glances at me with wide eyes, showing their disbelief and annoyance at Samantha. "You saved my life?" Scott asks Samantha with a smile.
"Yes I did, honey." Samantha replies before kissing Scott passionately on the lips in front of everyone. This kills me on the inside. I feel like I have just fallen from a thousand feet in the air and have finally hit the ground with a huge splat. I can't believe that she just did that! Not only did she lie, but she made Kara and I look heartless! My heart breaks a little, especially as I see Scott and Samantha making out. Scott won't believe me if I told him the truth now. Why would he? Samantha is pretty convincing. I look around me to see that some people, including Deaton, want to interject, but I give them a look and shake my head. "It doesn't matter. Maybe it's better this way." I say quietly, knowing that I'm not perfect either. I mean, I did kiss Samantha's boyfriend when he was in a coma. I know that I am in love with Scott and Samantha is a horrible person and all, but I still feel really bad about what I did. Samantha may be horrible, but no one deserves something like that to be done behind their back. I haven't really had time to think about all of this until now.
"Stiles!" Kira whispers to me urgently. I turn to look at her. She's staring at me with sad and confused eyes. I give her a small smile. "Don't worry about me, just make sure Scott is okay. I have to go." I assure her, but hold back the urge to cry. I need to save it for when I'm alone. Everyone looks at me uncertainly. Samantha and Scott have finally finished kissing. "I'll see you guys later." I mumble before starting to walk out.
"I'll leave the house unlocked, Kara. You can either walk back to my place or someone can drive you because I don't have my jeep here." I add.
"I think I'm going to stay with Isaac tonight, if that's okay." Kara replies.
"Sounds good. Have fun." I say as I approach the exit.
"What, so my best friend isn't staying to check if I'm okay after I almost died?" Scott calls out just as I step through the door. His comment hurts me deeply, but I continue to walk out without saying another word. I make my way home without my jeep because someone dropped it off at my house for me, feeling like shit.