Malia was mildly freaking out. Borderline panic attack, if she was truly honest. For some unknown reason, her body was going through all these weird human changes. She didn't remember any of this from when she was a girl before but to be truthful she was only 8. Malia sprung from her bed; after an already sleepless night. She ran down the hall to the bathroom where she proceeded to puke her guts up. "Ugh, being a coyote is way better." Malia whispered to herself, as she pulled herself up from the cold bathroom tiles and brushed her teeth. Walking back to her room, she felt faint and uncomfortable in her own skin. Reaching down to put on her favourite jeans gave her a massive blood rush causing her to feel dizzy. She laid down waiting for the queasiness to stop. Letting herself feel better she slowly got up and pulled on her favourite jeans. "Seriously these are tight? With all the vomiting I've been doing lately, I should be losing weight not gaining it." Annoyed with herself and body, she found a sweatshirt that Stiles had given her when he slept over, well more he left it there and she kept it.
Pulling up to school in the car her father had given her, smirking to herself when she saw the infamous Jeep and its driver. He sauntered over and opened her door. Greeting her with a kiss and pulling her in a for a long, warm hug made her feel infinitely better. "That's an interesting outfit, you're wearing today baby." Grinning to himself but wiping it off his face quickly when he noticed that his normally not sensitive girlfriends was on the verge of a breakdown. He put an arm around her and dragged her down the stairs and into the empty basement sitting on a step and pulling her into his side, seemed to signify to Malia to tell him what was going on. "So I've been puking every morning, and getting dizzy and this morning my favourite jeans didn't fit and I can not be bothered to do anything but cry. This isn't like that thing that Lydia told me about."
Stiles made the decision to have them skip school so they could go and see Melissa though Stiles felt intuitive to what was happening but was unlikely to admit from fear of making it real. He helped her out of the car worried that she would pass out on him in the hospital parking lot. Helping her into Emergency, they were greeted by Melissa who had a worried look on her face.
Laying down on the cot, awaiting test results and subsequent answer; silence was deafening. Stiles had not left her side once, even when they had to draw her blood. Melissa walked into the room with a heartbroken look on her face. At that moment he knew, his darkest thoughts confirmed. She sat up on the cot, ready to listen, having no idea.
"So Malia, it appears that you are pregnant." That was the moment, she passed out.