Have you ever woken up DEAD? Well I did... when I was eight years old I woke up in my bed covered in blood. I found my mother, father, and baby sister all dead in their sleep. Soaked in blood. From then on I felt like death. Everyone around me dies...
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DEREK hands the bone saw to Stiles. Then begins tying a tourniquet around the infected arm.
"What if you bleed to death?" Luna stares with wide eyes.
"It'll heal. If it works." Derek replies trying to calm her down.
Stiles shakes his head, "I don't know if I can do this."
"Why not?"
"Because of the cutting through flesh, the sawing of bone, and especially the blood."
Derek frowns, "You faint at the sight of blood?"
"No. But I might at the sight of a chopped off arm." Stiles scoffs throwing up his arms.
Luna gags slightly just thinking about him, "He has a good point."
Derek stares at Stiles intensely, "How about this... Either you cut off my arm or I rip off your head."
"I'm not buying your threats anymore."
Derek grabs him by the collar.
"Okay, bought, sold, I'll do it, I'll do it."
Derek releases him, but not because he wanted to. He starts gasping, choking and coughing. Hunching over, he opens his mouth as if to throw up. But instead of vomit, an inky black liquid is choked out, spilling across the floor. Luna gasps then grimaces as she pats his back.
"Holy God, what the hell is that?"
"Stiles a little sympathy please."
"My body... it's trying... to heal."
Stiles shakes his head, "It's not doing a very good job."
Kneeling on the floor, Derek looks up with glowing blue eyes, "Now... You have to do this now."
Dragging himself up, he puts his infected arm on the examining table.
Luna looks at his arm then at the saw, "Oh God... this is so not okay."
Placing the edge of the blade against Derek's skin, just above the furthest-reaching infected vein, Stiles takes a deep breath. He squeezes his eyes shut. And just as he's about to pull the trigger--
"Stiles?"
Scott bursts through the door, shocked to see Stiles preparing to saw off Derek's arm.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Oh thank god."
Stiles nods agreeing with Luna before staring at Scott in gratefulness, "You just prevented a lifetime of nightmares."
"Did you get it?"
Scott holds up the bullet. Derek grabs it, raises it up to look at it in the light.
