Author's Note:

Thank you to everyone who is reading and reviewing! I'm so happy that you guys are enjoying my story. Please keep reviewing, as i lets me know that people are still interested! They make me smile. :) I'm sorry that this chapter seems short; grad school is getting crazy. I will keep updating, though, so don't fret!

Scott was on his side when Stiles entered his bedroom, body curved in a loose fetal position with his legs crossing at the ankles, face pale and lips parted slightly.

"I-it just slowed down on its own, but I know he's not okay," Allison swallowed, tears falling down her face as she rubbed Scott's back. "I wasn't sure how to do the machine, and I-I thought that if I m-messed it up…" Stiles waved her out of the way and tried to get closer to Scott, irritated that she'd been too wrapped up in her emotions to follow his instructions over the phone.

He kneeled to pull the nebulizer from beside Scott's nightstand and found a packet of medication in the top drawer. "Scott? Scott, can you hear me?" he asked as he ripped the wrapper off and fought to open one of the plastic nebules. His eyes stayed on Scott as he filled the medicine cup, noticing how his friend's shoulders were moving with small, shallow wheezes, eyes half-open but barely focusing. "He's breathing, but it's not good," Stiles sighed. "Stay with me, man. You're already past the attack. Everything else is cream cheese." He thought he saw a weak smile as he pressed the mask to Scott's face, but wasn't sure if it was from working so hard to breathe. Once he secured the strap around his best friend's head he turned the machine on, the medication mist appearing instantly.

"Come on, Scott," he whispered as he got on his belly beside his friend and rested his head on one arm, hand from his other reaching to grasp Scott's. "Don't even worry about what happened in the parking lot. Just breathe the medicine in."

"He kept saying your name over and over and he wouldn't let me call his mom." Allison sat with her back against Scott's bed now, curled fingers touching her lips, eyes bleeding with makeup as she focused on her boyfriend. "I thought he was going to stop breathing." Her voice cracked as she tried to hold tears back. Stiles bit his bottom lip and pushed the memories of Scott having an allergic reaction aside, right thumb tapping the carpet as he thought of something calming to say to Allison. She's not used to seeing him like this, he had to tell himself to keep from staying irritated. Plus, you got emotional on the way here. So don't even try and hold that against her.

"Attacks can be pretty scary," Stiles eventually sighed. "For everyone. I think he'll be okay, though. The wheeze is already starting to dissipate and he looks much more alert."

"Sti-" Scott started as he came to, but Stiles interrupted.

"Don't speak, just breathe. I'm here, Allison's here. We're not leaving you. And no, we didn't call your mom. So please, just relax," his voice lowered during the last bit as he pleaded with his eyes. Scott smiled and pulled his legs in a little to make himself more comfortable on the carpet, hand squeezing Stiles'.

"How long does it usually take?" Allison sniffled and rubbed at the makeup beneath her eyes with her fingers.

"Uh, about ten, fifteen minutes. He'll be weak, but definitely better than right now. You can hold his hand if you want…" he offered, even though he didn't really want to move.

"I'm…I'm okay over here."

"You're not gonna break him," Stiles chuckled lightly, but Allison just pulled into herself by wrapping her arms across her middle. He looked down at Scott for help, but he was dozing off again, exhaustion taking over and keeping him from tending to Allison.

"Why is this happening?" Her voice wavered, almost as if she might start balling.

"I don't know," Stiles whispered as he squeezed Scott's hand, hoping his friend could hear him. "I wish I knew."

Just then the front door opened and slammed shut, the sound of the living room windows rattling from the force as heavy footfalls came from the stairwell. Stiles scrambled to his feet just in time for Derek to appear in the doorway of Scott's bedroom, mouth twisted in anger, fists clenched.

"You called Derek?!" Stiles turned and looked at Allison in disbelief.

"You weren't picking up!" she quipped as Derek went straight for Scott on the floor, crouching beside him as the younger werewolf struggled slightly to breathe from the mask.

"This shouldn't be happening anymore," Derek grumbled and sat down in defeat between the nightstand and wall, eyes refusing to leave Scott.