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It was too good to be true. A couple of days without any more disturbances from the supernatural side and no more murders and she really started to believe it was over. The weird and bloody first week of her teaching career.
Of course everyone is still on edge since students and teachers were kidnapped and brutally killed, but the FBI affirmed the whole town that they are doing the best to solve the case. Although Derek said that the murders probably had nothing to do with werewolves, she has the feeling that the Feds better be having access to the super secret x-files that totally exist. Before more people die.
The day started so good. Her favorite table at the coffee shop was empty when she got there. Everyone did their reading and was able to participate in the discussion. And with half the class off to some cross country competition or skipping class, she could even finish the day early.
Nothing could disturb this nice and quiet day. Nothing. Except an half-dead Derek leaving bloody hand prints on her car. And then fainting on the spot.
She never actually dismissed her theory about being a magnet for the supernatural.
Or maybe this is some kind of werewolf wooing. First he saves her. Then she saves him. And they live happily ever after.
“Oh my god! Derek, wake up!” What is she supposed to do? “Please?”
Slowly he opens his eyes and immediately gives out a whine that sound more like an animal dying than... Nevermind.
“You have to get up. Now!”
The police drives by the school about every half an hour and she's pretty sure Derek wouldn't appreciate being arrested. Again. Yes, he's hurt but the blood can't be all his, can it?
“We have to get out of here.”
Somehow she manages to pull him up from the ground and more surprisingly he ends up on the backseat unscathed. Well, not more than he already was.
“Okay, everything is going to be fine.” She presses her jacket to the worst-looking, deepest wound and takes one of his hands to put some pressure on it. “Hold it there.”
Tomorrow she is so leaving Beacon Hills.
His deep growling gets louder once she leaves the parking lot. Hopefully because of the the pain and not because of her driving. Usually she's not shaking while having a bleeding guy in her car.
“It's okay, Derek. I know it hurts.” She doesn't know. This amount of injuries is nothing she ever experienced before. And hopefully she's never going to. “We're nearly at the hospital. They're going to help you.”
“No!” What? “No hospitals.”
Is he kidding right now? He's bleeding all over her car. This is as close to a body as she ever wants to get.
She puts on her best teacher voice, “Derek, you're hurt. The doctors can help you.”
Oh god! He's trying to get out of the car. The moving car. Where was this strength when she almost got crushed by his weight back there?
“Okay, we're not going to the hospital.”
After he falls back on the seat with a grown, she pulls the car over. Where can she take someone that looks like he's dying. A werewolf. Oh, okay. Maybe the hospital really wasn't a good idea. He probably has paranormal DNA. The doctors would call the police and the government might kill him or perform experiments on him. Okay. No hospitals, but where is she supposed to take him instead?