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Stiles
Waking up in the morning was absolute hell.
My head was pounding, everything hurt... But I think the worst thing was I still remembered what had happened with Miss Bane. Groaning, trying to roll away, my sluggish brain caught up with the act that someone was there with me, running their fingers through my hair.
Where was I?
Cautiously opening my eyes, I noticed that the living room was fairly dark; noting that the curtains had been drawn and no lights had been turned on. Everything was peacefully silent and dark.
Looking up, I found Derek looking down at me – my head was resting on his lap as he ran his fingers through my hair, taking parts of the pain away as he did so. He was unnaturally calm right now, but I didn't doubt that there would soon be some yelling. Sighing, resigned to that fact, I decided to just get it over with now.
"What happened?" I croaked, quietly, my mouth dry.
"We don't know, you tell us." Peter snapped from a few feet away.
The sudden change in dynamics felt like the equivalent of being punched multiple times in the stomach, the notion immediately making me want to throw up the alcohol in my system.
Derek growled quietly at the angered zombie, thankfully at a decibel that didn't cause my head to protest, the sound oddly soothing even though it was meant as a warning to the older wolf. I heard Peter huff a long suffering sigh, mumbling about going to make coffee and that he was glad I was alright...
I honestly thought that, now Peter had left the room, Derek would get mad, start yelling... Well, maybe not yelling, but I definitely thought he'd start giving me a piece of his mind!
But he didn't. He just continued to run his fingers through my hair.
I couldn't understand just why he wasn't mad. I couldn't understand why he wasn't questioning me, about why I had gotten drunk. I couldn't understand what was going on and my head hurt far too much!
The silence, not matter how much my head appreciated it, was unbearable and awkward. I wanted Derek to say something – at a reasonable level – to berate me like he usually did! Why wasn't he?
"I was worried." Derek spoke quietly after a while. "Still am... What happened, Stiles?"
"I wanted to forget." I muttered, turning on my side so I could burrow my face into Derek's stomach. "I don't feel good."
"That would be the hangover." Peter huffed, walking back in and setting something on the table. "Water first, coffee later."
I only made a small humming noise to let Peter know I heard him, curling myself further into Derek instead of turning around to face the zombie behind me.
"Go back to sleep, Stiles." Derek muttered.
Who was I to argue?
It took four hours before I felt any better – I slept for two and a half of those, drank at least ten glasses of water, threw up, drank some coffee and ate toast. To be honest, I didn't see the 'fun' in getting drunk if this was the outcome... Why people thought it fun was beyond me.
Peter had called the school saying I wouldn't be in for a few days because of a migraine – he could do a scarily good impression of my dad – so I didn't have to worry about going in. I was just glad that I had read ahead in all of my lessons.
Derek and Peter had explained what had happened the night before. They explained how I walked to the house, stumbling and mumbling with, what I said was, my second bottle of Jack Daniels swinging from my hand, a quarter of it gone. They had all been waiting outside when I had showed up, managing to get to me before I decided I was tired... Apparently, the whole time I was saying something about 'fire', 'Miss Bane' and 'Prometheus'.
"You weren't making any sense." Derek said. "We couldn't get a proper read on your emotions or heart rate – the alcohol was obscuring them both."
"It was disconcerting, to say the least." Peter added.
Sighing, I lay back down on the couch, head in Derek's lap yet again – just because I was feeling better, didn't mean I wasn't still feeling sick. And I explained. I explained that I had gone to see Miss Bane after having dinner with my dad. I explained that I had asked if she knew what was wrong with me. I told them exactly what Miss Bane had told me, and I explained that I just wanted to forget about it.
I had to restart the story twice – once because of stuttering and again because I was talking far too fast to be understood.
"She's going to help me handle them." I finished. "I don't want to hurt anyone..."
"You won't hurt anyone." Derek interrupted.
"You don't know that. I could have set one of you guys on fire yesterday, instead of the trees! I don't want to hurt any of you and the sooner I learn to control this, the better."
The intake of breath was enough to tell me that Derek was about to argue. I should have known to be honest, he doesn't trust easily... But, surely, he should trust my judgement. So I just screw my eyes closed and waiting for the verbal onslaught.
But the argument never came.
No. Instead, Derek managed to drag me closer to him, running a hand through my hair again... It was the best reassurance I had had in quite a while.
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