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[#116] Stay Alive Until This Horror Show has Passed (Teen Wolf)
Theme Prompt: 116 – First Aid
Title: Stay Alive Until this Horror Show has Passed
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 842
Summary: Braedan, Derek and Argent come across a strange wolf on a hunt.
First thing Derek smells is the burst of blood. Metallic and tangy, it hangs in the air until he can taste it on the back of his tongue. He figures out it’s Braedan’s a second later, and his head snaps to that portion of the battle. A splatter of gunfire comes soon after, followed by a soft swear.
“Shit.”
Derek, Braedan and Argent got called in on some weird supernatural occurrences in a town nearby. Expecting nothing, they had split up, attempting to cover more ground, but they hadn’t expected omega to come charging out of the woods, claws out and ready to strike before they even engaged them.
“Braedan?”
Derek darts around the corner to find her and Argent standing over the body, guns out and the omega dead on the ground. Derek rushes to her side, seeing the warm wet blood spreading across her stomach and placing his larger hand over hers, as though that will stay the bleeding somehow. He looks at Chris, and the older man nods, holstering his weapons as he does.
“I have a first aid kit in the car. Let’s get a better look at it before we see if we need a hospital.
“Always be prepared.” Derek scoops her off the ground and he hears the whine of protest, intended to cover what would have been a whine of pain.
“I can walk,” Braedan protests, though relaxing as he pulls some of the pain.
“I’m faster,” he replies, before following Argent back to the SUV. She doesn’t protest after that.
They stretch her out in the back, and Derek watches as Chris peels back the shirt to examine it. “Might need stitches. Let me get it cleaned up first.”
“Hospital?”
“We have to see how deep it goes first.”
Braedan winces, before reaching for Derek’s hand and squeezing tightly as Argent cleans the wounds, clearing the blood, letting him get a better look. She winces in response to each twinge, and when Derek pulls her pain again, she relaxes.
“For the record, this—” She holds up their hands. “—is not because I’m worried. It’s because you’re a walking morphine drip.”
Derek can’t help the half-smirk. “I would never accuse you of being scared of anything,” he teases.
“Good. Then we understand each other.”
Derek falls silent, letting the worried expression remain clear on his face when he sees how deep the slash marks go. “What happened?”
“Honestly, I don’t know,” Braedan admits, turning to face him and not look at the bloody mess she’s in. “There was something… off about him. Something in the eyes. There was no warning. He just lunged. Like he was…”
“Rabid?” Argent fills in the blank, raising an eyebrow at the both of them.
“Yeah,” Braedan nods. “Maybe. Is there a strain of rabies that affects werewolves? I would think that your healing factor would compensate.”
Derek shrugs. “I’ve never heard of it. But I’ve never wanted to test the theory, either.”
“Fair enough,” Braedan sighs as she looks down at the claw marks Argent is covering up. “Maybe I should get a booster, just to be safe.”
“I would agree with that,” Argent nods, before turning to Derek. “Take her to the hospital. I’ll get rid of the body. See what else I can find out.”
“Are you sure you want to handle that on your own?”
“If he is Patient Zero for something transmittable to werewolves, I don’t want you to become Patient One. Take her to the hospital, and I’ll come and get a booster when I’m finished.”
Derek nods, before helping Braedan out of the back and into the front seat. They have a long drive to the hospital ahead of them.
* * * * *
A couple hours later, Argent arrives at the hospital, finding Derek in the waiting room and moving to sit next to him. He’s pulling his leather jacket back on over his now bandaged shoulder, showing that he already got his booster.
“They took her back for stitched and the booster,” Derek explains. “She should be fine. Did you find anything?”
Argent shakes his head. “I took some blood and tissue samples to pass to Deaton, but so far, nothing. And I asked around a bit in town, and no one seemed to know who he was.”
“So a random omega, acting rabid, was just wandering around outside this town and no one noticed anything?”
Argent smirks. “You never know how dedicated people are to maintaining their normal lives.”
Derek snorts. “Point.” Then he sighs. “So what’s next?”
“We keep an eye out for similar cases and hope that somewhere along the way we find an answer.”
“Sounds good to me.” The two men look up as Braedan makes her way out, pulling her shirt down over the bandages, even though she’s still bloodstained. “But until then, what do you say to a post hunt burger and a fresh change of clothes?”
Derek glances to Argent, and Argent nods with a smirk. “That sounds good to me.”
Title: Stay Alive Until this Horror Show has Passed
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 842
Summary: Braedan, Derek and Argent come across a strange wolf on a hunt.
First thing Derek smells is the burst of blood. Metallic and tangy, it hangs in the air until he can taste it on the back of his tongue. He figures out it’s Braedan’s a second later, and his head snaps to that portion of the battle. A splatter of gunfire comes soon after, followed by a soft swear.
“Shit.”
Derek, Braedan and Argent got called in on some weird supernatural occurrences in a town nearby. Expecting nothing, they had split up, attempting to cover more ground, but they hadn’t expected omega to come charging out of the woods, claws out and ready to strike before they even engaged them.
“Braedan?”
Derek darts around the corner to find her and Argent standing over the body, guns out and the omega dead on the ground. Derek rushes to her side, seeing the warm wet blood spreading across her stomach and placing his larger hand over hers, as though that will stay the bleeding somehow. He looks at Chris, and the older man nods, holstering his weapons as he does.
“I have a first aid kit in the car. Let’s get a better look at it before we see if we need a hospital.
“Always be prepared.” Derek scoops her off the ground and he hears the whine of protest, intended to cover what would have been a whine of pain.
“I can walk,” Braedan protests, though relaxing as he pulls some of the pain.
“I’m faster,” he replies, before following Argent back to the SUV. She doesn’t protest after that.
They stretch her out in the back, and Derek watches as Chris peels back the shirt to examine it. “Might need stitches. Let me get it cleaned up first.”
“Hospital?”
“We have to see how deep it goes first.”
Braedan winces, before reaching for Derek’s hand and squeezing tightly as Argent cleans the wounds, clearing the blood, letting him get a better look. She winces in response to each twinge, and when Derek pulls her pain again, she relaxes.
“For the record, this—” She holds up their hands. “—is not because I’m worried. It’s because you’re a walking morphine drip.”
Derek can’t help the half-smirk. “I would never accuse you of being scared of anything,” he teases.
“Good. Then we understand each other.”
Derek falls silent, letting the worried expression remain clear on his face when he sees how deep the slash marks go. “What happened?”
“Honestly, I don’t know,” Braedan admits, turning to face him and not look at the bloody mess she’s in. “There was something… off about him. Something in the eyes. There was no warning. He just lunged. Like he was…”
“Rabid?” Argent fills in the blank, raising an eyebrow at the both of them.
“Yeah,” Braedan nods. “Maybe. Is there a strain of rabies that affects werewolves? I would think that your healing factor would compensate.”
Derek shrugs. “I’ve never heard of it. But I’ve never wanted to test the theory, either.”
“Fair enough,” Braedan sighs as she looks down at the claw marks Argent is covering up. “Maybe I should get a booster, just to be safe.”
“I would agree with that,” Argent nods, before turning to Derek. “Take her to the hospital. I’ll get rid of the body. See what else I can find out.”
“Are you sure you want to handle that on your own?”
“If he is Patient Zero for something transmittable to werewolves, I don’t want you to become Patient One. Take her to the hospital, and I’ll come and get a booster when I’m finished.”
Derek nods, before helping Braedan out of the back and into the front seat. They have a long drive to the hospital ahead of them.
A couple hours later, Argent arrives at the hospital, finding Derek in the waiting room and moving to sit next to him. He’s pulling his leather jacket back on over his now bandaged shoulder, showing that he already got his booster.
“They took her back for stitched and the booster,” Derek explains. “She should be fine. Did you find anything?”
Argent shakes his head. “I took some blood and tissue samples to pass to Deaton, but so far, nothing. And I asked around a bit in town, and no one seemed to know who he was.”
“So a random omega, acting rabid, was just wandering around outside this town and no one noticed anything?”
Argent smirks. “You never know how dedicated people are to maintaining their normal lives.”
Derek snorts. “Point.” Then he sighs. “So what’s next?”
“We keep an eye out for similar cases and hope that somewhere along the way we find an answer.”
“Sounds good to me.” The two men look up as Braedan makes her way out, pulling her shirt down over the bandages, even though she’s still bloodstained. “But until then, what do you say to a post hunt burger and a fresh change of clothes?”
Derek glances to Argent, and Argent nods with a smirk. “That sounds good to me.”