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Growing up in Beacon Hills, Wren Martin's life was as normal as any teenagers. With her sister Lydia, and her two best friends, Scott and Stiles by her side, everything was fine. That was until Stiles came up with the genius idea to...
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Chapter Fifty 💰 117 💰
"Wow..." Deaton said as Scott and Stiles carried a young Derek Hale into the clinic, setting him on the table, "Wow? Wow, as in, I've seen this before and I know exactly what to do -kind of wow? 'Cause that's the kind we were hoping for..." Stiles said and Deaton looked over at him, "I think you might be overestimating my abilities."
"He's cold, really cold." Lydia said as she held onto his hand. "Do you think this is permanent?" Scott asked and Deston sighed, "I'm not sure a medical diagnosis is even adequate. This is well beyond my experience." Deaton said. "So, what do we do with him?" Wren asked and Deaton sighed.
"Until he wakes up? Probably not much. It might be best to leave him with me. He'll be safe here." Deaton said glancing at all of them. "You mean, from Kate?" Wren said and Deaton nodded, "If she's alive and she is what you say she is, she won't be able to walk past that gate."
"Why would she want to do this to him?" Lydia asked and Wren sighed, "Considering what she's done before, it's probably for a reason that only benefits her. And bad for everyone else." She said looking at all of the.
"You guys should probably go home. He doesn't look to be in any danger... So, maybe the rest of you should get some sleep? It is a school night, and you all need to start taking care of your own lives again." Deaton said and Scott s sighed, "Someone should stay with you." Scott said.
"We'll stay." Lydia said making them all look over at her as she gestured to herself and Wren who nodded, "Our grades are fine, despite missing a few classes." Wren said and Stiles shook his head, "I'm so not okay with this-"
"Guys go."
"No."
Wren gave Scott a look and nodded her head at Stiles. Scott nodded, knowing what she was getting at, "Text us if anything happens." He said walking over to Stiles, "Nope! Still not okay with it. Not going anywhere." Stiles said and Scott grabbed him and started pulling him to the door, "All right, just 'cause you're stronger."
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"How's he doing?" Wren asked after her and Lydia woke up woke up "His heart rate is alarmingly high." Deaton said and Lydia got up and grabbed Derek's hand, "He's a lot warmer now." She said and Deaton glanced at her, "Lydia, I'm going to try something. I want you to keep holding his hand, if that's okay." Deaton said then grabbed a doctor scalpel and dragged it down Derek's arm.
But the weird thing was, he didn't finish cutting before it started to heal. "That looks like it healed really fast." Lydia said as they all looked down at him confused, "Unusually fast." He said and Wren raised her eyebrows, "What does it mean?"
"I'm not sure. Let's try something else. Wren can you grab me a five millimeter syringe- top drawer?" Deaton asked and Wren nodded and turned around. Lydia moved to help her look for it while Deaton looked for something else. None of them noticing Derek slowly sit up with clawed hands until they heard a creek from the table making them turn around to see Derek standing up.
