Wczoraj pisałam fiki, bo tak XD Więc z tego będzie fajeczka. Kto oglądał Teen Wolfa będzie wiedział o co cho XD
"You cannot bite him, Scott. The bite does not work like that. It is not a cure-it-all. Trust me. If it were possible to save him this way..."
Scott growled and flashed his red eyes. Derek instinctively wanted to bare his throat to the alpha but he stood his ground. Gods know that he knew where Scott was coming from. But that did not justify acting without thinking.
"Scott, this is a brain disease. The bite did not help with Erica's seizures, only made them weaker, less frequent. It did not cure Boyd of his loneliness. It will not make the dementia disappear. Stiles' brain...", he felt as if every word weighted him down like lead. It pained him to put this reality into words, acknowledging it, making it real. "...his brain is damaged, and the bite will not fix that. It will not stop the disease. It will only make him feral."
The walls of the room, Scott's bedroom felt oppressive, there was a pulsing in his ears. A clear indication of his heart going into overdrive. Scott was red in the face, his tanned skin nearly eating the color up, but Derek saw it. Saw the heartbreak and the helpless fury behind his eyes, the telltale signs of elevated heartbeat like the sweat on his upper lip, his balled fists, the tremble in his legs. Scott was a ball of sheer misery bound in a too-thin skin. Derek's heart went out to him, he felt the same. But he had to make Scott listen. He had to get him to understand.
"You cannot bite him, Scott. You cannot, I am so sorry, I truly and honestly am. If you do, he will not get better. He will lose himself to his own brand of madness. He will become like Peter after the fire."