Waves // Teen Wolf

Chapter 15

"Where's Scott?" Blake asked after noticing he wasn't here. Stiles and Derek looked up at her. Stiles looked relatively happy to see her - not wanting to be left alone with Derek.

"Still in Wonderland with the Argents," Derek groaned. Blake finally noticed that Derek wasn't wearing a shirt.

She got a look at Derek's arm. The blood was turning black.
"Derek, I don't know if you've noticed," Blake began. "But you're arm's infected."

Blake learned this from her mom. She taught her everything about medication and medical treatment. She tried to teach Scott but she wasn't getting anywhere so she just gave up.

"I know it's infected. And once the infection reaches my heart, it'll kill me," Derek winced.

"'Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?" Stiles questioned.
"If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time," Derek started. "Last resort."
"Which is?" Stiles and Blake both asked.

"You're gonna cut off my arm," Derek answered looking at Stiles.
Derek had found some sort of electric blade and handed it to Stiles who looked like he was gonna faint.

"Oh my God. What if you bleed to death?" Stiles gulped.
"It'll heal if it works," Derek replied.

Stiles groaned. "Look, I don't know if I can do this."
"Why not," Derek growled.

"Well, because of the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone," Stiles complained. "Especially the blood!"
"You faint at the sight of blood?" Derek asked.
"No, but I might faint at the sight of a chopped-off arm!" Stiles exclaimed.
"All right! Fine, how about this?" Derek suggested. "Either you cut off my arm, or I'm gonna cut off your head."

"Okay, you know what, I'm so not buying your threats any-"

Derek grabbed Stiles by the shirt and pulled him closer. Stiles looked terrified.
"Oh my God, okay, all right. Bought. Sold. Totally. I'll do it. I'll do it," Stiles shrieked. "What? What are you doing?"

Derek turned to the side and threw up. A black substance spilled onto the floor.
"It's my body," Derek groaned. "Trying to heal itself."
"Well, it's not doing a very good job of it," Stiles remarked.
"Now. You gotta do it now," Derek ordered.
"Look, honestly, I don't think I can," Stiles admitted.
"Just do it!" Derek demanded.
"Oh my God. Okay, okay-"

"Oh my God, Stiles. Just give it to me." Blake grabbed the blade from Stiles and positioned it near Derek's arm.

"Okay, on three," Blake said. She might of seemed confident, but on the inside, she was terrified. She was gonna cut off someone's arm.

"One..."

Blake clutched the handle tightly and looked at Derek.

"Two..."

Blake didn't know what scared her more; the fact that she was going to cut off Derek's arm, or the fact that she was willing to do it.

"Three."

"Blake!"

Blake stopped herself from bringing the blade onto Derek's flesh. She looked down at the blade to see that it was only millimetres from Derek's flesh. Blake let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding.