Color blind // Thiam

Chapter 43

We finally arrive at the clinic; Theo's heartbeat is now faint... barely noticeable. I don't remember how we got Theo out of the car or how we got inside, everything has just become a blur. I take Theo's hand in mine, watching as Deaton mixes a bunch of herbs together, creating some sort of paste.

I look around at the room, noticing all the herbs in jars. I take in the names on the jars, noticing that none of them were in English. I look over to Stiles as his eyes widen at the sight of Theo. He covers his mouth, looking as though he was about to throw up.

I nervously bite my fingers, anxiously waiting for something to happen to Theo, whether it's good or bad. I just need something to happen. Deaton approaches Theo, causing me to growl slightly. I know for a fact Deaton wouldn't hurt Theo, but a part of me has become overly protective of him.

Regardless of what Theo has done to Scott, Deaton has always been about protecting those in need, so I know he won't do anything to harm him. Even though I know all of this, I still growl at him. After everything that has happened to Theo, I won't let anything else happen to him.

"This will help him," Deaton tells me, showing me the paste, he mixed up. "It will not only stop the bleeding, but it should also allow his body to start healing as well."

I nod slightly, relaxing in the chair as I watch him apply the paste. Theo groans in pain, trying to push Deaton away from him.

"It's hurting him!" I yell out, standing up quickly enough to knock over my chair.

Deaton takes a step away from Theo, looking at me cautiously. Scott stands between Deaton and I, a concerned expression on his face. I look down at my chair, picking it up slowly.

"I'm sorry," I whisper, sitting back down.

I avoid looking at Deaton as the guilt rushes through me. He won't be able to help Theo if I keep acting like this. I don't know what's gotten into me, but I can't help it. It's like a part of me has become more animal than human.

I take Theo's hand, holding it up to my lips. Deaton slowly approaches Theo again, waiting for my go ahead. I give him a slight nod, closing my eyes as I concentrate on taking Theo's pain. I feel his pain rush through me, a lot duller than it once was. I guess that is a good thing. At least he's not in as much pain anymore.

"I'm going to inject him with this now," Deaton shows me a needle with a black liquid in it. "It's going to help him heal quicker. It won't hurt him."

I nod, watching closely as he injects the liquid into Theo's wound. I smile as his wounds instantly start to heal. My eyes well up with tears once more. I rest my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as it slowly gets stronger – gaining life once again. I sit there and listen to that, waiting for him to wake up.

"Liam, I do need to warn you now. Even though Theo is healing, there's still a chance that things won't work out for him." Deaton tells me, speaking softly. "There's still a slight chance that he's taken on more damage than we can see."

I nod slowly, not wanting to hear this information at a time like this. Theo is strong – he's been through worse – and I know he can make it, but there is still a chance that he won't. He went too long without healing and for all we know, there could be something else going on with him. Deaton has healed what he can see. The rest is up to Theo.

I perk up as I hear a car approaching us. I give Scott and Stiles a concerned look, hoping they were to be expecting someone. They return my concerned look. Scott shrugs his shoulders, going outside to see who it is. I stand in front of Theo, getting ready to attack whomever walks through those doors.

Scott comes running back in, a scared look on his face.

"What is it?" Deaton asks.

"Jordan and Chris," Scott pauses, taking a deep breath in. "And they have a Dread Doctor with them."