A loud bang pulls me from my deep sleep. My eyes slide open to see my dad a few inches from my bed.
"Dad?" My voice is hoarse.
"Stiles, sorry to wake you, I was just going to check your temperature." He says looking at me sympathetically. "How are you feeling?" He asks,
"Like death." I answer honestly. His brow furrows. "I'm fine dad, it's just the flu." I add. My stomach turns with nausea, my head pounds. "What time is it anyway?"
He looks at his watch, "about four in the afternoon."
"God I have to get up." I say, trying to sit up.
"No you're staying in bed, Melissa's orders." He says pushing me back down. I groan as the room begins to spin. I turn my head gently, my eyes closing and sleep taking me once again.

When my eyes open again it's 6 am, I have to get up for school. I groan as I sit up my muscles sore. My stomach whirling. I ignored it.
Slowly I got ready and made my way downstairs."How are you feeling?" My dad asks, I grab a slice of toast and eat it slowly. My stomach churning.
"Better." I lie. He looks at me skeptically. "Dad I'm alright!"
"Alright, but if that changes you come straight home okay?"
I nod. "Okay, see you later Stiles." He says heading out the door. I follow not long after and am shocked to find my jeep missing.
"What the-" that's when I remembered. "Dammit!" I yell, then grow quiet my stomach turning.
That's when Scotts car pulls up.
"Sorry we couldn't get your jeep yesterday. I'll take you to school!" He shouts as his window rolls down. I sigh slightly disappointed but reluctantly get in the car.
"How are you feeling?" He asks as soon as I sit down.
"I'm fine." I say shortly, taking a small breath.
The drive to school was painful. It took all my energy not to lose that small piece of toast that I ate.
"You sure you're ok? You seem quiet." Scott says as well walk into the school.
"I'm just tired." I say. Although I feel myself begin to sweat. As soon as we reach our lockers everyone's asking how I'm feeling. I reply with small, 'betters' and 'I'm fines'. But with each time it said it I felt more Ill.
"Well I'm glad to hear it!" Kira says with a smile, before heading to her first class. I watched her walk away before Lydia's voice becomes apparent.
"Stiles?" Lydia asks,
"What?" I mumble my eyes closed.
"You're looking... Green." She says, my stomach convulses. I clamp my hand over my mouth and sprint away from them. As soon as I reach the trash can vomit expels from my mouth.
"Oh god." Isaac says seeing this sight. He was looking green himself.
"Isaac?" I hear Scott ask as I look up from my bent over position. He closes his eyes.
"I'm fine." He mutters. "But we need to get him out of here. Can't you smell him?" Isaac says,
"Yeah he smells... Strange." Scott admits looking at me.
"Guys look I get it I stink." I say before gagging once again.
"No it's something... Weird. We need to take him to Derek, somethings not right." Scott says.
"But how?" I ask, "they won't just let us leave." I say, Lydia's eyes light up.
"I have an idea." She looks at Scott and Isaac. "But you two aren't going to like it."
They look at each other worriedly Isaac still looking green.
"Stay here." She orders and briskly walks away. Moments later she comes back with a clear medicine looking bottle and sandwich.
"Where did you-?" Isaac starts.
"You eat." She says handing me the sandwich. I look at it, where the hell did this come from? I think to myself.
"Lydia it's just going to come right back up." I say fighting the nausea form the sight of the sandwich.
"That's the point. " she looks at Scott and Isaac and holds up the bottle. Isaac pales.
"No." He says his eyes widening.
"You have too. It's the only way."
"What is it?" Scott asks confused,
"IPECAC." Lydia replies. "And our ticket out of here."
"How is that...?" Scott trailed off as he understood. "Oh my god."
"Each of you need to drink half. That should be plenty even taking in the fact that you are werewolves." She says.
"Where did you even get this?" Isaac asks staring anxiously at the bottle.
"The biology lab." She replies. "Now start drinking."
"But Lydia-" Scott starts.
"Drink." She stares him straight in the eye. He takes the bottle his hand shaking. His eyes close as he chugs the substance. His skin becoming more and more green with each swallow.
"Stiles. Eat" I obey, taking small bites as my stomach protests. Isaac took the bottle next, he swallows nervously and looks at Scott, who was holding his stomach.
"Lydia I don't know if this is a good idea-" Lydia gave him a stern look.
He quickly chugged the remainder of the bottle, and shuddered.
"How do you two feel?" Lydia asks. Scott moaned, and Isaac stayed silent his face is his hands. "Good. Now let's go to the office."Lydia grabs the bottle and hides it in her purse quickly. I start walking towards the office slowly, but pause as Scott
hunched over the trash can expelling the contents of his stomach with a few nauseating sounds. Isaac looks up at the ceiling and swallows hard. I could see the resistance in his eyes as his body shuddered.
"Scott save it for the office!" Lydia hisses grabbing his shirt and pulling him back. He clamps his mouth shut and holds his stomach. I could see Lydia's panic as she saw the condition of the three of us. Luckily we reached the office without anymore
incidents .
"Hello." The secretary greeted us with a smile, before she saw Lydia's panicked face. "Whats wrong?" She asks.
"I don't know what to do! These the
three seem really sick, and I'm worried about them!." She pauses and turns back, Isaac rushes forward with a moan and vomits into the wastebasket by the lady. She gasps.
"Oh dear! Okay, grab a trash for those three, please sit them down!" Her eyes were wide with panic.
I took a empty trash can and instantly heaved into it. Scott moaned.
"Mrs. Is there any chance I can take them home, you see their parents are all out of town and I'd really like to get them home before they-" she's cut off by Scott puking into the basin loudly. "Make a mess." The secretary looked torn.
"Well we're not really supposed to..." She trails off. I gag again, this time bile shooting out of my throat into the can. "Here I'll call their parents." She decides. I feel blood rush to my face, she can't! My dad can't know!
"Hey what's going on here? Mcall? Layhe, Stilinski?" I look up to see Coach looking confused.
"They are sick." Lydia says simply, her eyes looking panicked as the lady grabbed the phone. Lydia looks over to Isaac who was looking horrible. She raised her eyebrows at him.
'Do something!' She mouthed.
"Sick. No they can't be we have practice today!"
"They are really ill though." The secretary says, pausing.
'What?!' He mouthed back, she shrug as the lady started to dial.
"Fine. I expect to see you here tomorrow!" Coach shouts to us.
'Make a mess! Quickly!' Lydia mouths back quickly.
Scott replies to coach by vomiting into the can once again. And Isaac pukes as well, this time missing the trash and getting it on the floor, just as Lydia had requested, Coach pales.
"Ahh! Two days! You get two days!" He screams before sprinting away.
"Okay get them out of here!" The secretary says staring at the mess.
"I'm-"he pukes again, "sorry!"
"It's ok! Just please go home!" She sounded exasperated. Slowly I stand up clutching my stomach. Isaac and Scott follow as we rush outside handing the lady the trash cans each in turn. She looks a little green as we make our way outside.
The cool air felt nice on my feverish face.
"This was the stupidest idea you've ever had Lydia." Isaac groans, sounding genuinely angry,
"Look it's all I could manage. Besides it worked didn't it?"
"Hey wait up!" A voice suddenly screams. We all turn to see Kira sprinting towards us.
"What are you doing here?" Lydia asks, "You didn't show up for class, so I decided to come find you. I figured you'd need help." She says, her eyes glowing.
"Kira your eyes." Scott says weakly.
"What?" She sounds slightly panicked.
"Your fox eyes." I say, she looks towards Scott and Isaac. She looks in the mirror on one of the cars.
"I'm not doing this!" She tells, she turns back, looking at Scott and Isaac, her eyes widen.
"Your wolf eyes are showing!" She exclaims. Isaacs eyes widen and I can see they are glowing gold.
"What the hell? I'm not doing any-" he starts before convulsions overcome his body.
"We need to get you all to Derek." Lydia's voice was high pitched with worry.
"We'll take my car." Scott says turning away from Isaac whom was now puking on the grass by Scotts car. I just close my eyes my stomach whirling.
"Alright. God how are we going to do this?" Lydia was sounding panicked.
"Um, well... We have to make sure they all have window seats." Kira replies looking rather pale herself.
"Alright everyone get in." Lydia says taking a breath, we start towards the car, but pause as Scotts back arched and he projectile vomits on the ground.
Moments later we are in the car. I'm in the front, Scott and Isaac in the back, Kira sitting awkwardly between them. My forehead felt as though it was on fire, everything felt so warm.
"Stiles?" A voice asks softly.
"What?" I mumble my voice hoarse.
"How are feeling right now?" It was Lydia, my brain finally decided to process her voice.
"Awful, Lydia, I just want it to go away." I reply, feeling as though I'm going to start crying. Her eyes softened with sympathy.
"It'll be over soon." She reaches out and grabs my hand looking at me with a gentle encouraging smile.
The moment it interrupted by the rolling down of Isaacs window as he heaved over the side of the car.
"What did you do to them?" Kira asks looking pale.
"Ipecac." Lydia replies starting the car, Kira's eyes widen.
"That's dangerous Lydia!" She says shocked.
"Well I figured them being werewolves would weaken the effects, and only make them sick for a short amount of time-" vomit expels from Isaacs mouth cutting Lydia's words off. He moans.
Lydia rolls down mine and Scotts Windows, I look at her. "Just in case." She shrugs. Cool air blows in on my sweaty skin. My stomach turns. I weakly lean over the road and vomit. All my energy drains as I sit gagging for what feels like hours. When the
convulsions finally succeed I'm left gasping.
I look back at the others, Isaacs head is back out of the window and his back is heaving, while Scott was laying back heavily against his seat I could see the nausea is his facial expressions. Kira looked at him worriedly. His face was bright red and
he looked feverish.
"Lydia please hurry." Scott mumbles clutching his stomach.
"Sorry, I'm going as fast as I can!" She replies, looking back at him through the mirror. His eyes open widely as we hit a small bump, causing him to gag. Once again vomiting out the window. I close my eyes again, begging for this to end.
"Isaac!" Kira's voice rings out. Mi eyes does open.
"Kira what is it!" Lydia yells,
"Blood! Oh my god!" Her eyes were wide with shock, Isaac whirls around,
"What?" He gasps, his lips and teeth covered in a maroon liquid.
"He's vomiting blood Lydia!" Kira screams.
"Stop the car!" I tell to her, the sight caused my heart to stop. She slams on the breaks and we forcefully stop. The seatbelt pressed against my abdomen. I groan and hold my stomach. Panic was beginning to take hold as more blood expelled from Isaacs
mouth into his shirt he gagged weakly. Kira rubbed his back.
"Oh my god." Lydia breathed. She shakily pulled out her phone, trying to dial. "Dammit!" Her voice cracked,
"What is it?" Kira yells,
"No service!" Tears were pooling in her eyes. My heart pounded in my chest, I felt as though my body was on fire. I frantically tried to catch a breath.
"Scott! Scott listen to me!" Lydia was yelling, tears rolling down her cheeks. He moaned, his eyes closed, his skin pale lips cracked. "Scott P-please I need you t-to call Derek. Use your howl, P-please!" Her voice shook. I looked over at her, her face
was going blurry. I shake my head trying to clear my vision. Thats when I hear it. The howl. It ripped through the air and made my blood go cold but only for a second. I could see Scott straining. That's when it cut off as he began coughing, blue
blood dripping from his lips. Lydia screams, her voice echoing between the trees.
Scott goes limp, convulsions taking over him as a seizure over takes his body. Her scream echoes in my mind as darkness creeps into my vision.
"Lydia-" I mumble the darkness taking over.