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"Derek? Derek, you bloody idiot, wake up!" Ophelia huffs a sigh in frustration as her palm slaps the man's cheek for the fifth time, and his eyes only flutter open slightly from the harsh contact. Stiles huffs a sigh and hovers his clenched fist right over Derek's eye. "Oh, wow, he's going to kill you for that," she comments with a laugh. Right before he can punch the werewolf,Derek's hand shoots up from his side and tightly wraps around Stiles' wrist."Morning!"
Breathing heavily, he tilts his head to the side and tries to look around the hallway that is flickering in and out of light. "Where is she?"
"Jenny? Gone, along with Melissa," Ophelia answers him grimly.
Derek's eyes widen and he looks between the teenagers in surprise and anger, although it isn't directed toward them. He takes her outstretched hand to pull himself off the ground and stumbles to the side before catching his balance. "He took her?"
"Yeah, and if that's not enough of a kick to the balls, Scott left with Deucalion, okay?" Stiles quickly fills him in breathlessly. His molars chew the inside of his cheek anxiously, and he begins striding down the corridor with the assumption the two will follow. They do. "So, we gotta get you and Fi out of here. The police are coming right now, and we gotta get you both the fuck out of here-"
