"How're you feeling this fine morning?" Stiles asks when Isaac finally comes to.

Isaac groans, feeling slightly nauseous, confused and a painful throbbing in his head. "I feel like shit." He mumbles. "Where's Derek?"

Stiles sighs, "Giving an attempt at trying to get Scott to eat. It's like he's given up on himself; he refuses to do anything except sit there and stare at his mom all day."

Isaac bites his lip as a strong wave of nausea travels through him. "Sounds like he's acting as if she's already dead."

Stiles nods, "The doctors say that she only has around a thirty percent chance of recovering."

"Recovering from what?" Isaac asks, suddenly confused.

Stiles laughs lightly, "You have a terrible sense of humor my friend."

Isaac flinches from the pain in his head, "I'm not trying to be funny Stiles. I honestly don't know what happened to her. Plus, what am I even in here for?"

Stiles's expression turns serious. "Isaac, you really don't remember?"

Isaac shakes his head, which causes even more pain, "Should I?"

Derek walks in looking more tired than Isaac has ever seen him, "Stiles can you go sit with him now? I'm getting nowhere with him."

Stiles sighs, "What does he want us to do?"

Derek smiles lightly, which makes Stiles's heart do a double take. "I don't think that even Scott knows the answer to that."

Stiles gets up and stops just outside the door. "Derek, Isaac claims that he doesn't remember what happened in the gym. It would have been nice to know that he's not as fine as you let on." With that he leaves for Scott's room.

Derek shakes his head and sits beside Isaac's bed. "How are you feeling?"

"I've got a headache and I feel like I'm going to puke, but other than that, I feel fine." Isaac says.

Derek smiles, "I guess you're healing better than I thought. I'll see if I can get you out of here by tomorrow."

Isaac looks at the mysterious man, suddenly alarmed. "W-where would you be taking me?"

Derek frowns, "To my apartment."

Isaac shutters, "Are you one of my dad's friends?"

Derek's jaw drops in shock, "Isaac, I-"

"How do you know my name?" He screams. "I don't know you!" Derek reaches out to grab Isaac's hand, but Isaac flinches away, "Don't touch me! You're not going to take me anywhere!"

Tears start forming in Derek's eyes, "Isaac, I know you're in there. Look at me, remember me."

Isaac shakes his head as he starts crying as well. "I'm sorry. I don't . . . I-" Isaac's face goes blank before clarity shines in his eyes. "Derek?"

Derek's eyes focus on Isaac's wearily. "Isaac?"

His lower lip trembles, "What's happening to me?"

Derek stands up and pulls Isaac into a hug, rubbing his back. "Isaac, shhhh; it'll be okay, everything will be fine." He says gently.

Isaac squeezes Derek, "D-don't lie to me."

"I'm not lying." Derek whispers, "You will be fine, I promise."

There's a moment of silence as Derek pulls away and sits back down. "Where's Scott?" Isaac asks casually.

"Still with his mom; she's not doing too well, might not make it through the day." Derek replies sadly.

"Oh," Isaac says in surprise. "What happened to her?"