She's sleeping now. [He could mention that he's worried. That he has no idea what's wrong with her. About how much that scares the crap out of him. But he doesn't. Scott has other things to worry about.]
Nothing useful. [None of them can figure out why she passed out in the first place. Derek is really starting to lose patience with them as a whole. What would human doctors know anyways.]
Peter told Stiles about something that happened to you. Back in high school. The night Gerard told me and Allison about what happened with the pack and the Argents back then. Except, his heart beat didn't change once. He says the pack ambushed him. I don't think I believe him.
[Something that happened in...oh no. Definitely not okay. But even worse than that...] You've been talking to Gerard? It wouldn't be the first lie he's told. I don't think you can believe anything that comes out of his mouth.
Allison took me to him. He wanted me to listen to that story. [ In exchange for taking his pain away. Whistling... ] He said he tried to call a truce. But, they wouldn't have it. He talked about the scorpion and the turtle. [ Wrong animal, btw, Gerard. ] It doesn't sound like him.
We have to talk about something. Stiles' dad is gone. And he saw me. And she heals herself. She's really strong. And Lydia's - she's fine. She's alive.
And Peter's -- Stiles says his story felt off. Like, there were gaps. I'm not going to ask. It's not my business. To be honest, I'm just more confused.
We've, well my Alpha's been keeping an eye on Deucalion and his pack for a while now. They passed through Boston a year or so ago and set him on edge. Ever since, the emissary network has been working overtime.
We don't know. I think. Or, just as leverage. She'd stabbed him. He tried to shoot her. She [ makes a face ] kissed him and then left with him. She's somewhere in the school.
[And he's not even sure he wants to know at this point.]
Does that mean you haven't talked to the veterinarian? Mom spoke to him a lot about pack related things - at least from what I've overheard - maybe he could help.
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I suppose date night is canceled.
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...You doing okay? I know, that's a stupid question, but.
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What can I do?
Other than shutting up.
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If you don't mind past Derek... *scuffles away*
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Shouldn't you be worrying about the Sheriff? [A cruel thing to say. But...Derek.]
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...Thank you.
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Ms. Blake absorbed powers from her sacrifices. I think maybe sacrificing virgins made her irresistible? Nobody blames you.
[ Well, he doesn't blame Derek. He can't speak for Stiles? ]
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[She fidgets for a moment.]
I'm Brigid Finn, from Boston.
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not at all! 8D
She's sleeping right now. No one can tell what's wrong with her. Not that I expect human doctors to figure it out.
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I don't want to talk about it. [Although he appreciates the support. Really. Deep down.]
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She has to be.
Did you hear Lydia's scream?
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I mean, that's definitely something I could do.
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[he's thinking about how to smuggle Deaton in, if there are any books they can use to find healing spells]
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Does that mean you haven't talked to the veterinarian? Mom spoke to him a lot about pack related things - at least from what I've overheard - maybe he could help.
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Don't know if you've noticed, but I'm like, really good at multitasking. I can worry about pretty much everyone without breaking a sweat.