«Teen Wolf». Imagines & One Shots

Imagine you were Derek's girlfriend. *** "What is it?" you shouted, looking at the picture that opened. You just ran to Deaton's clinic after Scott called you and asked you not to worry too much and not to scream. He also asked to bring a first aid kit and see in advance if there was hydrogen peroxide, bandages, scissors, iodine, green paint, tweezers — in general, if there was anything in it that could help in treating a "small wound," as the guy said. In fact, it turned out to be a bullet wound. The aconite bullet was stuck in Derek's arm and was causing him unbearable pain. The younger Hale was lying on the operating table, and a druid was hovering over him. "Oh my god!" you exclaimed when you saw your lover in such a state. Derek opened his eyes and his pupils dilated. "Y/N?" he asked hoarsely, trying to get up. You quickly approached him, and he leaned back, "why did you come?" You almost choked with indignation: "What does "why did you come" mean? Are you kidding me?" you squeezed his hand in an attempt to somehow support him and turned to Deaton, "can you pull it out?" "Yes," he wasn't looking at you, focusing on the wound. Scott stood on the other side of the cot and squeezed his hand, taking away the pain. For a brief moment, you wished you could have done the same: for some reason, Derek stubbornly refused to convert you and almost begged you not to ask other alphas about it. You stroked his forehead, the other hand continuing to squeeze his hand. "Ready?" Deaton looked first at Derek and then at Scott. "Come on, doc," Hale growled. Deaton quickly pulled out the bullet and treated the wound. "That's all," said Alan, nodding to you. "Why did I take a first aid kit?" you came to your senses when it was already over. "I... obviously told you something wrong," Scott said, embarrassed, "I'm sorry." You just waved him off, looking at Derek in excitement. Scott looked at you with sadness: he understood that you loved Hale and he would never have a chance for anything more, but a faint hope lived in his heart. He didn't want Derek dead, no way, not just because he was his friend, but because he knew you'd be inconsolable. "I'll go," Scott smiled, nodded goodbye to you and went out the door.