My eyes feel heavy as they slip open. Everything around me felt as though it were on fire. My skin burned and crawled with invisible flames.
"Stiles." A soft voice whispers.
"Huh-" I mumble, looking over, my head spinning. I moan.
"Stiles it's me Lydia." She whispers, her eyes filled with panic. On the other side of her, Derek was at the wheel, driving. His eyes focused on the road, worry darkening his features. In the back I hear Kira whimpering.
"What happened?" I croak, my stomach churning.
"I don't know- D-Derek got here so fast...And Kira p-passed out." Her breaths were hitching, as panic took over. Tears welled in her eyes, and I desperately wanted to help her-but I knew moving wouldn't end well.
"It's okay." I whisper.
"Lydia." Derek's gruff voice spoke.
She looks over to him.
"I need you to tell me what happened. Can you do that?" He speaks slowly, and gently. She nods and takes a breath.
"Yes." She pauses, "it started this morning, we were all at school and Stiles got sick. We didn't know what to do, but we knew that we needed to take him to you. Scott and Isaac said he smelled... Off."
"But what happened to them?" Derek cuts in, clearly confused.
"W-We needed a way to get out... So I gave Scott and Isaac Ipecac... I didn't think it would last this long." Her voice grows rough as fresh tears well in her eyes. "I'm sorry! I didn't know what else to do!" She began to sob. Her body wracked with convulsions.
I put a shaky hand on her. Well at least I tried, it flopped down her arm. She looks over to me and gives me a small smile and then looks back at Derek.
"How much did you give them?" I could see him tensing.
"About h-half a bottle each."
Derek stays quiet for a moment.
"You are right. That amount of Ipecac should have only been enough to make them feel nauseous- and maybe vomit once. But this- this is something else."
"What could it be?" I ask softly. He shakes his head.
"I... I don't know. But I believe it has something to do with whatever you have."
"What makes you say that?" I ask.
"They hold the same scent." He scrunched up his nose and nodded towards them.
A sudden wave of exhaustion hits me, and Derek and Lydia continue talking. But I'm too tired to comprehend what they are saying.
I roll my head to look over out the window. Trees whirled by. My head began to spin even worse than before. I moan.
"Stiles?" Derek says gruffly. I groan in reply, clutching my stomach. "We're almost there." He spoke frantically.
Suddenly all the movement stopped.
My vision whirled nauseatingly.
I lay heavily against the door. Lydia places a hand on my forehead.
"Derek he's really burning up!" I open my eyes,
"I don't feel it." I murmur.
"What?"
"I don't feel that-." That's when it hits me. The flames take over my senses. My vision blurs. Suddenly I hear screaming. Who could be screaming?
I writhe under the heat.
"Make it stop!" I screech. "Please!"
.Pain. It comes in endless waves. Just stop! I cry out in my mind. That's when my vision goes black and I'm taken into a fiery agony.
I've got a few ideas where to go with this... But does anyone have any tips or ideas of their own? I'd love to hear them!
Thanks
~WolvesMoon