As Stiles laid in bed, he couldn't walk around and the stomach cramps got worse, along with the vomiting. Derek sat on the side of the bed, moving Stiles' growing hair away from his forehead.

Derek was worried, he hadn't left Stiles' side in over 17 hours.

Derek looked down at his pup and frowned. He felt useless. Having a sick child and unable to do anything for them was heart breaking.

"Dad, did you want anything to eat?" Isaac asked, popping his head into the room.

Derek shook his head. Isaac sighed. He had never seen Derek like this. The lack of enthusiasm to do ANYTHING beside sit by his son's side just seemed out of character.

Scott was over Derek whining about the sick boy. Scott walked into the room. As he approached the bed, Derek snapped and growled at him.

"What is your problem?" Scott asked with an attitude. Derek growled again, showing teeth and moved closer to Stiles, in a protective manner. Scott sighed.

"Think we should try to feed him something? He's not keeping water down and I would like to see if he will handle the hydrolite, because if he can't, we'll have to take him to the hospital."

Derek sagged Into his seat, whimpering. Scott and Isaac looked at each other, Derek was starting to worry yet frustrate them. A) they have never seen him act like this before and B) they were meant to be looking after STILES not Derek.

Scott grabbed Derek's arm and led him out of the room while Isaac woke Stiles up and tried to get something into his stomach. As Stiles woke up Isaac helped him sit, getting into the bed as well, siting behind Stiles so he was propped up against Isaac's chest.

Stiles groaned with tiredness.
Isaac handed him the hydrolite but Stiles shook his head and pushed it away.
"Don't. I feel sick." Stiles mumbled.
"I know you do, Bud. But you have to eat this or we have to take you to the hospital, where they'll stick needles into you."

Stiles groaned.
He took the small icy-pole looking thing and took a small bite. His stomach cramped up from lack of anything in over 12 hours.
He tried handing it back to Isaac, who refused.

"Eat all of it, Stiles." He said in a stern voice.
Tears made their way to Stiles' eyes. He was sick, he didn't want to eat. He wanted to go back to sleep.
He shook his head again.

Isaac sighed.
He covered Stiles' ears to yell out to Scott.
Scott walked into the room.
"What is it?" He asked.
Isaac sighed.
"I can't get him to eat it."
Scott sighed, walking over to the bed. He knelt down next to Stiles.
"Come on, man. Eat it up. Do you want to go to the hospital?" Scott asked.

Stiles shook his head.

"Then eat." Scott replied.
Stiles started crying. He was tired and frustrated. Sleep was starting to sound like the best thing in the world to him.

Derek scattered through the door over to the weeping boy, pushing Scott over on the way.

"Leave him alone. both of you get out." He demanded.

"Derek!" Scott said. He didn't say dad and as a result he seen the slight hurt in Derek's eyes.

"Dad, can you try and make him take it, please?" Isaac asked.

Derek didn't want to force Stiles to do anything while he was this sick. But he didn't want his baby to get poked ruined by needles either.

Derek sighed.

"Eat it, Stiles." He ordered.
Stiles looked up with worried eyes.
He hated how Derek was taking the younger wolves' side when he felt so sick and miserable.

Stiles took another bite, and another. Until it was all finished. Isaac was still perched behind Stiles. Rubbing his back in a comforting manner.

Stiles managed to keep the hydrolite down and eventually fell back asleep. The three wolves left the room so the human could get some rest.

After dinner the wolves sat on the lounge talking. They heard little patter of feet coming towards them.

They looked over to stiles who was still pale and didn't look any better, but was at lease up and walking around.

Derek was the first to stand up and walked over to him. He look Stiles by the shoulders and sat him on the lounge. Isaac grabbed a blanket from the linen cupboard, and Scott put on a movie.

Stiles rested his head on his Dad's lap and silently fell asleep.

He never would have thought his family would have been this worried about him. But he kind if liked the comfort and the attention.