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A/N: Wow! I was not expecting the response I got from my last update. I didn't think so many of you will still enjoy it. Boy, I guess I was wrong. Anyways, because of the awesome reviews and numerous alerts and favorites I got inspired to give you guys a quick update. Enjoy!

The New Norm-Chapter 4

Scott sighs as he checks his phone for what feels like the thousandth time in the last hour. Nothing! Damn it! Feeling disappointed, Scott puts his English book in his locker and takes out his anatomy book.

"Whatcha doing? Waiting for a hot girl to text you?"

"Yeah, that new girl Rachel was kinda eyeing me during lunch," Scott says with a smirk as Allison and Lydia walk up to him.

Allison jokingly, slaps the back of his head, not so gentle. "You ass."

Even seeing Allison's beautiful face can't stop Scott from freaking out from the inside.

"Seriously, Scott." Lydia says, taken in the young werewolf's worried expression. "You look a little frantic right now, everything okay?"

Scott is tempted to say that nothing is wrong because as of now there is no hard proof that anything is wrong. He just has this feeling in his gut telling him that something isn't right with his best friend. Stiles hasn't texted him all day. There's just one period to go until the end of the day and in a normal day, he gets at least ten texts from his best friend by ten o'clock in the morning.

But, still that radio silence doesn't really mean that there's anything wrong. Stiles may have a doctor's appointment. Stiles was also kinda quiet last night when Scott was over there doing homework. And a lot of times Stiles gets quiet before he has a seizure so maybe he had one after Scott left and he's just sleeping off the after effects of it.

"Spill, Scott!" Lydia orders. "What do you mean you haven't heard from Stiles? Do you mean in the last hour? Because if that's the case I wouldn't worry about it too much since you guys talk more than most couples do? I mean-"

The serious look on Scott's face stops Lydia from going on.

"Maybe he's napping?" Allison asks hopefully.

"For the whole day? Not likely," Scott dismisses.

"It's Friday. He doesn't go to the center today. Maybe he's right in the middle of a Star Wars marathon?" Allison tries.

"He didn't tell me have a beautiful day like he always does," Lydia adds, concern now etched into her voice.

"Has his father contacted you?" Allison asks.

Scott shakes his head, "I haven't heard anything from him. I even called my mom to ask if she heard anything. Nothing."

"Well, if anything really bad happened I'm sure the sheriff would have called or texted you," Allison reasons.

Scott nods his head. "True, but I still don't like this."

"Me either," Lydia adds.

"Well, we have one more class. I say we go to class and touch base after. The last thing we need right now is getting into trouble for cutting class," Allison says.

"Yeah," and "Guess so." Scott and Lydia reluctantly agree as they go to their separate classes.

XXXXX

"Come on!" Scott as he knocks on the Stilinski's door for the third time. The sheriff's police cruiser is parked in the driveway behind Stiles' prized jeep, so he knows that the pair is home. He knocks again, this time even louder than the previous times. Why the hell isn't anyone answering the damn door?! His concern over Stiles' wellbeing is outweighing his friend's need for privacy. Scott is just about ready to use his werewolf strength and break down his friend's door when an exhausted and little worse to wear Sheriff Stilinski finally opens the door.

"Scott?" The sheriff asks rubbing the bridge of his nose tiredly. "That you making all this noise?"

Scott looks at the older man sheepishly. "I…I….um haven't heard from Stiles all day. I got a little worried."

The sheriff sighs sadly. "Sorry, bud. Stiles had a bit of a rough night that has morphed into a rough day."

Rough day? What does the sheriff mean by that? A sense of dread hits Scott dead on. "Can I see him?"

Scott can tell by the tense look in the sheriff's eyes that he's torn. Stiles probably needs his rest. But, the older man probably figures that he if he says no, Scott will end up climbing through Stiles' window anyway. Sheriff Stilinski lets out a tired sigh. "I guess it's no use saying no. But, I gotta warn you he's not doing too hot," the sheriff relents as he moves to the side to let the teenager into the house.

"I've seen Stiles at his worst," Scott says sadly.

The sheriff squeezes the boy's shoulder in understanding. "Still, it doesn't make it any easier on you or him," he says as the two of them walk upstairs.

"What's wrong?" Scott asks as he walks alongside the sheriff towards Stiles' room. "Did he have a seizure?" Scott asks sadly.

The sheriff doesn't says anything as they come to a stop right outside of Stiles' room. The first thing Scott notices is the absence of the television being on. The second thing he notices is the smell of sickness. The unmistakable and pungent stench of vomit to be more precise. Scott can't help but wrinkle his face up in disgust. "He's been sick."

The sheriff nods his head, "Yeah, he has."

Scott hesitantly looks into this best friend's room and he can't help but feel his heart break at the sight he sees. Stiles has curled himself into the smallest fetal position that Scott thought was possible. His friend's arm is flung over his head, trying to hide from the outside world. But, the worst thing about the sight in front of him is the heart wrenching sound of his best friend whimpering in pain, moving around restlessly. "What's wrong with him?"

The sheriff lets out another tired sigh. "Poor kid got one hell of an inner ear infection. I guess his ear started bothering him yesterday but he didn't say anything. He threw up after dinner. Then overnight he spiked a fever and ended up having a seizure."

"Oh man," Scott says sadly. "Did you take him to the doctor?"

"Yeah after the seizure I brought him down to the ER. That's where we got the inner ear infection diagnosis."

"He been throwing up a lot?" Scott asks.

"Yeah, between the infection and his already shaky equilibrium, he has had a rough go. He had a rough time last night getting around because of it. He nearly fell down the stairs when I was trying to bring him to the hospital."

Scott can't help but get angry. Not at Stiles, but at himself. Stiles was extra shaky last night. There were a couple of times when Stiles almost fell. If it weren't for his quick reflexes, Scott is pretty sure that Stiles would have ended up face planting at least once. If only he knew that the shakiness wasn't from being over tired, but was because he was getting sick, then maybe his friend wouldn't be in so much pain now.

"Don't do it, Scott." The sheriff admonishes.

"Do what?" Scott asks confused.

"Play Monday Morning Quarterback. I've been doing that all day myself. Saying if only I knew why Stiles was so quiet. Why was he having so many problems with his equilibrium? Why was I so quick to chalk all of it up to him having a long week at the center and trying to study for that calculous test?"

"You did?"

The sheriff nods his head, "Then you know what?"

"What?" Scott asks.

The older man points to Stiles' huddled form. "He tells me it is what it is and sometimes shit just happens."

"He said that?" Scott asks, letting out a snicker.

The sheriff nods his head. "Granted, I wasn't too happy with the vocabulary he used. But, he did make a valid point. We can't beat ourselves over everything."

"I guess you're right," Scott admits. As much as he tries to he can't protect his friends from everything. Supernatural or not.

"But, we can do something for him now," the sheriff says. "Because his inner ear is such a mess, he can't keep anything down. Including his meds. Now your mom wants me to bring him back to the hospital if he doesn't start keeping things down."

"Wait, my mom knows?" Scott can't help but chuckle of course his mom knew. "I asked her if she knew if anything was going on with Stiles and she told me no."

The sheriff gives him a small smile. "She was there when I brought Stiles in early this morning. Stiles didn't want her to say anything to you. He said something about not wanting to worry you because you had a test today."

That stupid jerk. Of course Stiles would have done something like that. "Yeah, I had a math test."

"He said that he didn't want to be the reason why you end up repeating your junior year."

"He said that?"

The older man nods. "That's why I didn't tell you what was going on. I was going to tell you after your test, but I got a little sidetracked over here."

"If-if Y-you-you-you're g-g-g-going t-t-t-to t-t-t-t-talk-talk about-bout m-m-me t-t-then c-c-c-come in-in w-w-where I-I-I c-can h-h-h-hear you-you b-b-b-better."

Scott looks at the sheriff worriedly when he hears Stiles struggling to speak. But, he quickly remembers what the speech therapist said how exhaustion and pain may effect Stiles' speech pattern.

The sheriff pats Scott on the shoulder. "Go do your thing dog boy. I really don't want to have to heft his lanky butt back down to the hospital. Get rid of some of the pain so we can get some liquids in him."

Scott nods his head and walks into Stiles' room. He can feel the heat and pain radiating off his friend in waves. He takes a seat next to his friend's huddled form on the full size bed. The werewolf puts a hand on Stiles' neck. The human flinches away at first contact, letting out a painful whimper.

"Shhh, Stiles. I got you man." Scott says as he leeches the pain from his friend's body. Gradually, Scott can feel his friend begin to relax. "That's it, Stiles."

They remain like that for several minutes. The only sounds that can be heard are Stiles' diminishing whimpers and Scott's reassurances that everything will be okay. Eventually, Stiles removes his arm from his head and grips Scott's arm tightly. "S-s-stop."

"You sure?" Scott asks.

Stiles nods his head.

"You want to watch a movie?"

Stiles shakes his head. "C-can't. F-f-fraid I-I-I'll p-p-p-puke."

"That sucks, man."

"T-t-thanks, f-f-f-for," Stiles starts to say but gives up trying to use his words. Instead he makes a motion with his hand.

Scott rolls his eyes understanding what his friend is referring to. "No problem, man. I would have been able to do this sooner if I knew what was going on."

"C-c-c-can't l-l-let your l-l-life e-e-evolve a-round m-me."

If Stiles wasn't already in a lot of pain, Scott would have smacked him. Really?! Even after all this time Stiles is still trying to play the martyr. Hasn't he learned anything? Scott can't bite his tongue any longer. Not when Stiles' selflessness is resulting in him being in so much pain.

"Bullshit, friends help each other out. They're there for each other. You were always there for me. All that stuff with my Dad. Allison. All this supernatural stuff. Now it's my turn. Let me be here for you," Scott says as he looks into Stiles' half lidded eyes.

Before he even realizes it, Scott feels a sharp punch in his upper thigh.

"Ow! What the hell, Stiles?"

"D-don't cry,"

Scott lets out a chuckle. "I'm not crying!"

"S-sure," Stiles says closing his eyes.

"Okay, smartass. You ready to try and drink something?" Scott asks.

Stiles shakes his head no.

"Come on, man. Your dad is a half a second away from dragging your butt back to the ER. And if you think its bad having me, the others, and your dad fretting over you, wait until you have to deal with my mom. You'll be going nuts."

"U-ugh"

"Ugh is right, now let's get you sitting up," Scott says as he carefully maneuvers Stiles into a seating position against the headboard. Stiles swallows quickly a couple of times. "You good?" Scott asks eyeing the glass of water on the nightstand.

When Stiles nods his head, Scott carefully holds the glass of water to his friend's chapped lips. "Come on, here you go." Stiles tentatively takes a sip. Satisfied that the water will stay where it belongs, Stiles takes another longer sip. Even with Scott's encouraging words, Stiles pushes the glass away far too soon for the werewolf's liking. But, at least it's progress. "Okay, man. We'll try again later."

Stiles lays back down, but nudges his friend's hand with his head. Taking the hint, Scott once again places his hand on Stiles hurting head. Scott looks at the black darkening veins as he continues to seep out his friend's pain. Eventually Stiles body finally lulls into an exhausted, healing sleep. Scott remains where he is. This is what Stiles needs, so this is where Scott will remain. He expertly maneuvers himself so that he can reach the remote to the tv while also not removing his healing hand from his friend's head. He turns on the television, but keeps it low so that even though Stiles won't be able to hear it, Scott still would. Settling down watching a rerun of Supernatural, Scott looks up to meet the eyes of the sheriff. The two of them nod to each to other. Scott's got this.

I know I just keep beating up poor Stiles, but I can't help it. At least there was some good Scott/Stiles friend awesomeness.