ICARUS¹ [ on hold ]

chapter twelve.

☄▐ STILES AFTER getting off the phone with Scott and narrowly avoiding Icarus' involvement in their plan, informed the two adults they would be heading to the aninal clinic, where Scott worked and would have to wait for him there. The three stumbled from Stiles' Jeep, Icarus quick to Derek's side, sling his arm over her shoulders to help keep him up as the teenager looked for the extra key.

"Stiles, come on!" She urged, adjusting the werewolf's weight as he slowly began to tip over

The spastic boy let out an intelligble string of mumbles as he searched for the key, the girl rolling her eyes. Derek glanced at her tiredly as she shifted, moving her body so his was held up comrpletly by the strength of her own.

"Stiles, I swear to god -- "

"I know! I know!" He exclaims, grabbing the key as his phone buzzed

Stiles pulls open the heavy lifting door and Icarus stumbled, dropping Derek down on a bag of animal feed as she took the key from Stiles, allowing him to answer his phone.

"Does Northern Blue Monkshood mean anything to you?" The teenager asks, looking down to Derek

Derek nods, "It's a rare form of wolfsbane." The boy looks back his phone and the man speaks once more; "He has to bring me the bullet."

Icarus crosses her arms, "Why?"

" 'Cause I'm gonna die without it." Derek admits weakly

"Jesus Christ."

Icarus is quick to unlock the doors, allowing Stiles and Derek to stumbled through them while she trailed behind. The spastic boy flicks in the lights, allowing the room to flood with color as Derek tripped past him, pulling his shirt off of his toned chest and abdomen -- not that Icarus noticed.

Stiles and her follow after Derk as he stood on one side of a metal operating table, his arm on full display. Icarus cringed, her nose scrunching up as she stared at the blackening veins that ran along his arm.

"Oh my god." She breathed,

Stiles gags, "Okay, you know, that really doesn't look like anything some echinacea and a good night's sleep couldn't take care of." He speaks awkwardly, earning a slap to the chest from his female companion

The werewolf in front of them behind to many, face draining of the little color it had as he spoke, "When the infection reaches my heart, it'll kill me." He explains, moving to open the cupboards behind him

"Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?" The teen asks exsasperatedly

"If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time -- last resort."

"Which is?" Stiles demands

"This isn't gonna be good." The eldest McCall sighs, taking a hand through her locks as Derek turned to face them, a bone saw in his hands