Re: Jan 23rd
Derek rolled his eyes, though the expression was less dramatic than usual. Without a word he put the water bottle down and got up, going into the locked cabinet. He'd been hoping Stiles would pull back from the infection, but since Stiles clearly wasn't recovering, Derek needed to help.
He got another magical gel pad ready, knowing Stiles was going to want it back on as soon as possible. Along with it, he got out several antiseptic wipes and a cream to kill the infection in the tissue. All his movements were sloppy, shaky, but as he knelt beside Stiles' body, he got his mind focused on the task at hand.
"I have to clean it," he murmured, putting an arm across Stiles' hips; his skin was burned and Derek knew he'd have to get that temperature down too. "This is going to hurt, but it's not a punishment." Even before Derek pulled off the old gel pad, he started pulling pain with a soft noise. Moving quickly, he pulled off the pad, cleaned the broken, blistered skin thoroughly with multiple wipes, spread the ointment, and put on a new gel pad. All the while he ignored the tug of the full moon; he couldn't do this if he was shifted.