Stiles Stilinski was sick.

Yeah, it was just a cold, but he was absolutely miserable. He couldn't breathe through his nose, his throat was on fire, his ears hurt like hell, his eyes were very watery, his cough rattled his ribcage, he had a terrible migraine, and he was going from hot to cold faster then you could say "Katy Perry".

He heard the door open and the sound of boots coming towards him as he rasped.

"I'm dying. Tell Issac that he needs to make my grave."

His father, Noah, who had come back with a tray containing a bowl of canned chicken noodle soup and several medications before leaving for work, chuckled slightly at his son's over exaggeration before responding.

"You have a cold, Kiddo. I'm pretty sure you're not dying on me today."

"You sure about that, Dad?" Stiles wheezed as the Sheriff nodded, placing the tray over Stiles' knees on his bed.

"Positive. If you need me, just send a text. I don't want you to lose your voice on top of this. All your meds are on that tray, and I want you to get some rest. You look like crap."

"Geez, thanks for the support, Dad." Stiles snorted before letting out a very deep cough, where you could practically hear the drainage in his system.

Noah ruffled his hair and kissed his forehead after making sure he was OK, before heading out of the room, muttering his goodbye as he turned out the light and closed the door, rushing to get to work on time.

...

"Stiles."

Stiles wrinkled up his nose as he felt someone poking it repeatedly to wake him up, to which he responded with his eyes closed, his voice practically gone.

"Stiles is dead, come back later."

"Stiles, sit up, now." The voice commanded as the teen opened his eyes and pushed himself up, staring straight at the former alpha.

"Hey, Sourwolf. What the hell are you doing breaking into my house, again?" Stiles rasped before he grabbed the tissue box off of his nightstand, pulled one out and sneezed, loudly, into it, making Derek look at him in disgust.

"Scott wanted me to check on you, said you didn't show up to school today, and I can see why. You look and sound like death."

"Thanks for telling me, you know. I had NO idea that I was as sick as a dog." Stiles snorted sarcastically as he pushed his covers off, suddenly feeling very hot, before Derek pulled them back over him. "Derek!" He yelled before coughing loudly.

"You're supposed to sweat out a fever, idiot. How high is yours anyway?"

"My Dad checked before he left for work and said it was 101.3." Stiles rasped.

Derek responded by grabbing the thermometer off the teen's nightstand and placing it in his mouth, leading Stiles to roll his eyes.

The two males sat there for a few minutes, Derek making sure Stiles didn't need anymore meds before it beeped and Derek pulled it out.

"It went up slightly. 101.5."

"Maybe cause you are smothering me!" Stiles yelled hoarsely before breaking into a coughing fit, making Derek immediately sit him up and pat his back gently.

"Get off of me, Derek." Stiles managed as the coughing slowed down to a stop.

Derek responded by getting off the bed and patting him on the shoulder.

"School's ending in a couple hours, and Scott said he's coming after he gets off of work with Lydia and Issac."

Stiles nodded, laying back down as he picked up his phone to text his Dad back that he was fine when he heard Derek leave through the window as he muttered to himself.

"So dramatic. The door was unlocked."

...

"Stiles..." A whisper interrupted his sleep as the human groaned, responding stuffily.

"I swear, if you are here to smother me again, Derek, I'm not going to be happy."

"It's Scott, Lydia, Issac, Kira and Maila." Stiles heard Maila tell him as he slowly pushed himself up before rubbing his eyes.

"Hey, guys."

"Derek was right. You do look and sound like death." Kira spoke as Stiles groaned.

"How many people are going to point out my obvious sickness?" Stiles demanded as Maila spoke up.

"Look on the bright side, at least he doesn't smell like death. He just smells like sickness."

"Again, stop pointing out that I'm sick, please. It's getting old and it's kinda obvious." Stiles sighed before he coughed into his elbow.

"Well, we just came to check on you. Do you need anything?" Issac asked as Stiles nodded.

"I'm a bit hungry. Granted, my taste buds suck at the moment, but if one of you could go get me some chicken noddle soup that my Dad made earlier as well as some water and my meds, that would be great."

Issac nodded as he went downstairs, Kira and Maila following behind as Stiles turned to Scott.

"Male sure they don't forget my Adderal. It's not on the list of medications, but I do need it so I don't go stir crazy."

Scott nodded as he went downstairs as Lydia sat on the edge of the bed, noticing the cold wet washcloth on his nightstand that she picked up and placed on his forehead, dabbing at the thin layer of sweat off that covered his forehead.

"That feels good..." Stiles smiled for the first time that day as the coolness dabbed at his burning forehead.

"So, how have you been?" Lydia asked quietly, putting the washcloth down.

"It's kinda obvious that I'm sick, is it not?" Stiles chuckled as she sighed.

"I meant recovering from the Nogitsune possession..." She trailed off as she saw the smile wiped off his face, to which she placed her hand on his blanket covered ankle. "It's been a little over a week, and I haven't really seen you until now since then. Are you coping well?" She asked gently as Stiles looked down, playing with his hands for a few seconds before looking back up at his childhood crush, tears in his dark brown eyes as he spoke hoarsely.

"I killed them. I killed Allison and Aiden. I killed the person you loved, and I killed the person Scott loved."

"Stiles, you KNOW that wasn't you, right? You weren't the one making the decisions."

"The thing is...I liked the power. I liked not being weak for once in my life. Don't get me wrong, I was scared, and thought I wasn't going to come back, not to mention I killed so many innocents... But I liked being stronger then Derek, and Scott. I was basically sitting in the backseat when Aiden was killed, and I watched the Oni kill Allison under my control." Stiles explained, tears running down his face as he looked away from Lydia.

Lydia gently lifted his chin back up to meet her eyes, as she wiped his tears with her other hand.

"Stiles, you're the opposite of weak. Yeah, you may not have powers, you may not heal rapidly, and you may be super clumsy, but if you were weak, you would have NOT survived the possession. The Nogitsune would not have picked someone weak mentally. You may not be extremely strong, but you are strong willed, and were right about Matt, and Jackson, and even my powers. My point is, I know it was hard to fight off the possession, but you did it."

"What about Allison and Aiden? I caused everyone so much grief...they shouldn't have died."

"Scott, Chris, Issac, Ethan, myself, we don't blame you. We know it was the evil in your body, not you."

"Promise?" Stiles asked, wiping his eyes with his sleeve as Lydia nodded, patting his ankle again.

"Promise." Lydia smiled before picking up the cold washcloth again. "Now lay back down."

Stiles laid back down on his back as she continued to wipe the sweat off his forehead, making him smile.

"Thanks." He smiled as they both heard a knock on the door frame, and Lydia turned to see Scott holding the tray.

"Your meds and food are here." She told him, helping him sit back up, but placing the cloth on his neck.

"Thanks, Scott." Stiles smiled as he started taking the medications on the tray.

"No problem. Isaac, Kira and Maila left, but your Dad texted me, asking me to stay till he got home."

"OK." Stiles nodded as he started eating the soup. "Thank you, both of you."

"No problem." The True Alpha and Banshee replied, staying in his room till he fell asleep, and when Scott took the tray back downstairs, Lydia followed.

"Did you hear our conversation?" She asked as Scott shook his head.

"Stiles asked me to stop listening in on his conversations a couple weeks before what happened to him. What did he say?"

"He thinks we blame him for Aiden and Allison's deaths cause of what the Nogitsune did. He also claims we should blame him cause he liked the feeling of not being weak for once."

Scott sighed as he looked down at the floor.

"You did talk sense into him, right?"

"Yeah, I tried my best. I think he's just tired, and grieving, and yeah, I would feel crappy if I thought I caused the death of my friend and friend's boyfriend, but he's sick, as in not fully there."

Scott nodded as he cleaned off the tray while Lydia grabbed her purse and left the Stilinski household.

...

Noah came into the house at 11:30 pm that night, trying not to disturb his most likely fast asleep son as he started to go to his room when Scott came out of Stiles', closing the door behind him.

"How's he doing?"

"He's not sleeping well. He's been tossing and turning for the past two hours. But we got food into him and stayed on top of his medications, so he should be feeling better tomorrow."

"Thanks for making sure he was OK, Scott. I really appreciate it."

"You're welcome, Sir. Anytime." Scott smiled as he started to head downstairs to leave.

"Hey, Scott?"

Scott turned around, looking the sheriff in the eyes.

"I know you're a True Alpha or something like that, but still, be careful on your way home tonight, OK?"

"Yes sir." Scott smiled as he went down the stairs, leaving the house and getting on his bike before heading home.