As soon as Scott arrived at school he regretted leaving Isaac alone. Deaton had given him a sedative but how long would that last? He was about to get back on his bike until Stiles ran up to him.

"Scott - Whoa are you alright?" Scott tried to smile it off.

"Yeah, just some stuff on my mind."

"Really? Because you're face looks like someone is gonna die."

"It's nothing. Lets just go to English." Stiles grabbed his arm as he started to walk inside.

"You really aren't going to tell me what's going on?"

"I promised..."

"Who? Since when do you keep secrets from me?"

"I don't it's just that...It's super personal. It isn't about me either."

"Is it about Isaac?"

"What makes you think it's him?"

"Well he's been moodier than ever lately and he's not with you. You guys have been coming to school together lately."

"He'll tell you if he wants you to know okay?"

"Okay, I guess."

Scott was distracted the entire day. He was worried but he was trying not to miss school so he decided to stay. Every class seemed to drag on and on. What if he got home and Isaac had really cut it out himself? What if Isaac left to do it somewhere else? What if he didn't? What would he be doing?

When Isaac woke his head was still a little dizzy. There was a bottle of liquid medication on the side table with his name on it. Underneath was a note from Deaton on how much to take for his nausea and vomiting. He took two big gulps but it tasted like crushed up chalk and milk. He tried his best to just lay back down and think but his head was pounding. All he could hear was the beating heart inside him. He made sure no one was home and then went down into the kitchen. He had no idea what sort of knife to use so he just grabbed the biggest one he could find. He shut himself in the bathroom and sat with his back against the tub. He pulled off his shirt and tried to take some deep breaths before pressing the knife down into his stomach. He only got halfway across when it started to heal back up. He pressed the entire length of the blade against his stomach pulled it upwards peeling his skin up. There was so much blood he couldn't see so his trembling hand ripped into the muscle and started to feel for it. As soon as his fingers touched it he could feel how alive it was, it's heart was beating with fear at the intrusion. He pulled his hand away and threw the knife to the white tiles. As he healed the heart calmed and it sent a sense of relief and calm up his spine.

Derek could smell blood as soon as he turned onto Scott's street, he rushed into the house and kicked the bathroom door open. Isaac had his knees pulled up to his shoulders and was covering his face. Derek grabbed his ankle and pulled him onto his back so he could see his stomach, he saw the wound had healed and sighed when he heard the heartbeat.

"I couldn't do it..."

"Its okay. Its going to be okay." Derek held Isaac close and let him cry into his chest.

Scott was surprised to walk in his front door and smell Isaac's blood and Derek. He ran up the stairs to the bloody bathroom only to find it empty. He went to the guest room to see Isaac laying on the bed with Derek sitting at his side.

"Is everything okay Isaac?"

"Fine Scott. Sorry about the mess in the bathroom, I'll clean it up." Scott wanted to ask what happened but they both seemed calm. There was no nervousness in Isaac or anger in Derek. They both seemed somber, especially Isaac. He heard it then, that small heartbeat that lived in Isaac.

"I'll be in my room if you need me...for anything." Scott left the door open and went into his room. Derek rubbed Isaac's back and kissed his forehead.

"You should go." Derek squeezed his shoulder softly. "I'm not alone, it's okay."

"I'll come back tomorrow, after school." Derek rested his hand on Isaac's hip and stared at his stomach.

"It's safe. Pick me up tomorrow and we'll talk about it?"

"You're sure?" Isaac nodded and Derek left.

Isaac was still for a long while. He slowly got up and went into the bathroom. He exhaled softly and grabbed some cleaner from under the sink. Cleaning his blood off the tiles felt habitual. When he was done he washed his hands and was going to go back into the guest bedroom but stopped in the doorway. He turned and leaned in Scott's doorway instead.

"You can come in, if you want." Scott didn't turn around from his desk as Isaac crossed the room and sat on Scott's bed.

"How was school?" Scott shrugged.

"What happened?" Isaac sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

"I couldn't cut it out..."

"Did it just keep healing or..."

"No...I touched it and...and I don't know. I changed my mind. Then Derek showed up." Isaac watched Scott's face change. "He was nice. You don't have to make that face."

"What face?" Isaac smiled a little.

"That 'Derek is a butthole' face you make." They both laughed at that.

"Wanna just watch a movie or something?" Isaac nodded and they went downstairs into the living room. "You must be starving. I'll make us something." Scott made himself busy in the kitchen and Isaac leaned against the counter.

Halfway through the movie Scott could tell Isaac had fallen asleep. He looked almost peaceful so Scott let him sleep, he needed some peace.

-This is a short chapter (compared to the first) but there is more to come! Let me know what you love/hate!