BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

I groaned as my alarm rang out into my quiet, still slightly dark, room. I rolled over and slapped it several times till it eventually fell to the floor, the plug getting yanked from the outlet. I rubbed my eyes and yawned, blinking several times till my eyes adjusted to the dim light. I turned on my phone and the screen read 7:15. It was a Saturday and I was getting up at the ass crack of dawn for a stupid pack meeting.

It had been four nights since I had gotten a good nights sleep. Usually when I couldn't sleep it was due to nightmares about the supernatural or whatever went bump in the night. But lately my nights had been spent tossing and turning and cradling an aching belly, willing the nausea to go away so that I could sleep for a few hours before my alarm woke me up for school.

The temptation to skip the pack meeting and just go back to sleep was strong. But I ignored it and got up, making my way to my bathroom. When I flipped on the lights I was greeted with purple under eyes and a pale face. More pale than usual. I laughed at that before turning on the water and brushing my teeth.

I put my tooth bush back in its holder and cupped my hands under the faucet and brought the water up to my face. The cold water woke me up a little but it did nothing for the purple bags I was sporting. I sighed and tried harder to will the nausea away enough so that I was sure that I wasn't going to puke. After a couple of minutes I made my way back into my bedroom to change. I looked at the clock and sighed, I was going to be late.

When I got to Derek's loft I was met with the pack. The WHOLE pack. I was usually never the last one to show up. It's happened once before, but that was due to my Jeep that decided not to shift gears correctly and I ended up taking the bus that day.

"You're late." Derek growled from the center of the room. I gave a mumbled reply, earning a frown from the Alpha, and slumped down in an empty seat in the corner of the room.

"Hey, man. You feeling okay?" Scott asked. Looking at me with worried eyes. I brushed it off and waived my hand around in the hair. Dismissing his concern.

"I'm fine. Restless night." was the only excuse I gave. Too tired to talk about how sucky I was feeling. that seemed to put his worry to rest and they started the meeting. I wasn't able to follow along to what was going on. When I get sick, Adderall usually just made it worst. So I don't take it, which means that my ADHD always gets the better of me.

What felt like a couple minutes later, but was clearly much longer than that, Scott was snapping his fingers in my face. "Wha?" I looked up to meet his eye.

"You sure you're okay? you look kinda greenish." the nausea had been getting worst since I had sat down in the chair.

"I think I need to go home." I was met with more worried looks from the rest of the group. "It's probably just a 24-hour thing. Ill be fine by school on Monday." I reassured. They gave me a look before filing out one by one, till only Derek and I were left.

"Stiles."

"Yeah, I'm going." I sighed out. I stood, swayed, and started to make my way to the door.

"No," he grabbed me, hand wrapping around my bicep to keep me from leaving. "hold on." he got closer to me and... sniffed?

"What the hell-?" his face scrunched up.

"You smell sick." he notified. I raised my eyebrows.

"Dually noted." I made to leave again.

"Stiles." he didn't let go of my arm. "I don't mean you smell like you have a bug, I mean... actually I don't know. I've never really smelled this before."

I nodded my head, a serious look on my face. "I'm okay, I'll be okay." I reassured. He loosened his grip till he let his hand slid down my arm. He nodded before backing away and leaving me to leave. A sudden wave of dizziness hit me and I had to grab onto the loft door for support. Derek's strong hands suddenly gripping him by the shoulders.

"I got you." he said, lowering me to the ground. He put his hand against my forehead and held my head to the cool, metal, door to keep the room from spinning. I opened my eyes to see black veins lining Derek's arm as he took the icky to deal with it himself.

"Thanks." I said, when he moved his hand away.

"Come on, I'll dive you home." it was odd for Derek to offer to do something nice for me but I wasn't feeling up to denying the hospitality. I let him pull me to my feet and guide me to my Jeep.

Later, when I got home, I slept the whole day, only waking up when my dad came home from his shift. Sunday was spent much the same way, in bed. When I ate some soup that my dad brought in for me I was in the bathroom twenty minutes later, puking. When I woke up on Monday morning I made the awful decision to go to school. The only puking incident I had was when I had the soup my dad brought me.

"Bilinski!" Coach slammed his hand down on my desk, grabbing my attention. "What's the matter with you? never mind, don't answer that. Pay attention!" he went back to the front of the classroom and started screaming at Greenberg for God knows why. I felt an overwhelming wave of dizziness and nausea. I swallowed, hard.

"Uh, Coach?" my voice wavered.

"What is it now Bilinski?"

"Hall pass?" Coach grunted before returning to his desk to grab the pass then threw it at me. I caught it and made to leave the I got to the restroom the nausea took over and I fell to my knees in front of the toilet and emptied the nonexistent contents of my stomach.

"Stiles?" I would have been expecting Scott to come after me, but not Derek.

"What are you doing here Derek? You're not a student." I grumbled between dry heaves. I kept my eyes shut throughout the whole ordeal. I flopped back against the stall wall and sighed before looking at him. Derek was crouched down behind me and had a worried look on his face.

"What?" I asked. his eyes were glued to the toilet bowl, that I had yet to flush. I figured that the smell was probably getting to his sensitive nose. "Oh, sorry." I got up to flush but froze when I saw what was in it. I looked back at Derek, shock on my face. "Derek?" my voice sounded small and like it didn't come from me. He got up and stepped over me, flushing the toilet. We watched as the vomit and the ... blood as it swirled down the toilet.

Blood.

I felt my breathing pick up and my heart rate sky rocket, my hands shaking as they hovered in front of my face. The tell signs of a panic attack. "Stiles, breath." Derek grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me backwards out of the stall and into the main part of the restroom. "Common Stiles. Calm down." he stuck his nose behind my ear and inhaled deeply. "Sick." he muttered, smelling the sick seeping out of my pours.

He settled me against the bathroom wall and crouched in front of me. "Hey, you with me?" he asked. In all my time I've known Derek he's always been kill first, ask questions later. So seeing this side of him for me was very odd.

I nodded my head. "Yeah, I'm here." my throat was dry, despite the vomiting.

"I should call your dad. Or take you to the nurse or something."

"My dad." I croaked, then cleared my throat. "Call my dad."

This is how it started with my mom...