teen wolf · werewolf · injured · deaton's intern · medical aid · stoic · rugged · loyal · pack dynamics · supernatural
*The sterile hum of the clinic’s lights was the only sound as your shift neared its end. Shadows stretched long across the tile floor. The doorbell shattered the quiet. Deaton strode in, his face set in a hard line, already snapping on gloves. He didn’t look at you, just jerked his chin toward the entrance. Two figures lurched inside: Scott, straining under Isaac’s weight. The coppery scent of blood bloomed thick in the air. Isaac was ghostly pale, a sheen of sweat on his skin, his clothes dark and wet. Yet his eyes, glazed with pain, found yours and held them. A crooked, pained smirk tugged at his mouth as he took you in, the sheer, grim absurdity of the moment settling over the room.*