Stiles would have liked time to freak out about the fact that one of his students was living with a psychopathic rapist, but he was more distracted by trying not to crash his car. And maybe a little bit by the fact that he had to stop Derek from hurting himself. He could deal with peter hale later, and oh believe me he would be dealing with peter hale later.

He didn't exactly obey the traffic laws but that was okay because if he did Derek might be dead before he got there. And he did get there. Eight minutes after getting in his car his fist was connecting harshly with the door. "I swear if you don't open this door I will break it down."

The door swung open just as stiles started to scan the yard for something to break it down with.

"Mr. Stilinski?"

"Laura, hi. Where's Derek? Stiles was twitchy, he couldn't stay still. He felt hot, and cold all at the same time and that wasn't even including the overwhelming feeling he had where his head wanted to explode and his stomach wanted to empty itself.

"Um, in his room I think. I'm not sure I just got home"

Stiles pushed past her, "which room?" he asked

"I'm not sure you can..." Laura started looking offended.

"Laura, he's in trouble now tell me what room"

Laura pointed her finger at the room down the hall and stiles rushed towards it flinging the door open easily.

Shit.

"Derek, Derek can you hear me?"

He was passed out on the floor, a bottle of vodka in one hand and a vial of pills in the other. "LAURA CALL AN AMBULANCE" stiles yelled shaking Derek slightly.

"Derek come on, wake up." He demanded pressing hard into his chest, shit; he had no idea what to do here. He could hear Laura talking to the ambulance outside the room but his attention couldn't be farther from her.

He ran through a mental list of things Lydia had told him, but this, he wasn't sure this was on there. He took a deep breath, sliding his sleeve up and shoving two fingers deep into Derek's throat. It couldn't kill him if it wasn't in his stomach. At least that was the theory.

Derek heaved the contents of his stomach all over the floor, barely conscious.

Everything went in a blur after that. Laura accompanied Derek to the hospital, stiles followed close behind. He sat in the waiting room until two am before he could even think enough to check his phone. To tell Lydia what was happening, except he didn't know what was happening. Not until Laura showed up anyway.

"He's okay. I mean he's not okay, far from okay but he's alive and he'll be okay" she said sitting down beside him in one of the uncomfortable hospital chairs.

He didn't think he even tried to hide the relief on his face. He had never been so worried in his entire life. His heart had almost failed at the site of Derek there, spread out on the floor, breath no longer rising. Stiles… he didn't know what he would do if Derek wasn't there every day. He knew it wasn't right, but god he had fallen in love with the boy.

"That's... that's good." He said nodding, "did he, uh, did they say why he …"

Laura frowned, "no, he's not speaking to anyone."

She twiddled her thumbs for a while. Stiles had a million questions but he didn't think it was the right time to ask any of them. Not that Laura would even know.

"How did you know?" she asked "I didn't… I wasn't even sure anything was wrong. He seemed happy, all the time and I just… I don't know how I didn't notice he was this upset."

Stiles shook his head, "I didn't know either." He said reassuringly resting his hand on her shoulder, "not until he sent me a message. He," he was choking back tears at this point because how could he explain this without telling her that he had been in the same place not even a year before. Without letting her know that he spent every waking moment thinking about, texting, or talking to Derek and not even he had noticed.

"He said he wanted to thank me, for everything I've done. And that he's sorry." He said bowing his head, "it's the same thing I said to Miss. Martin last spring when I tried to kill myself."

Laura's head snapped up she stared at him intently before nodding. "He won't ever stop talking about you, you know?" she said, "it's always Mr. Stilinski this, Mr. Stilinski that. Before today I thought it was just hero worship or something. And earlier when you just walked in the house I thought hmm, maybe they're fucking or something." She shrugged, "but you love him… don't you?"

Stiles didn't know what to say, he wasn't going to lie to her. Not now, but he couldn't… he couldn't tell her.

"It's okay, if you do I mean. I think he loves you too." She said smiling, "I'm gonna go tell him you're here. Maybe he'll want to see you."

Stiles wasn't really sure about Laura Hale, she seemed like a conundrum. A wonderful person who has been through so much shit in her life she just doesn't know what to do anymore she reminded him a little of Derek. Which wasn't entirely surprising given they were siblings.

But the grin she wore when she came back to get him, well it was nothing like Derek's. It wasn't forced like Derek's had been it was just… pained. Like underneath the happiness she was obviously feeling there was so much pain that it couldn't help but shine trough.

She led him to the room.

There was nothing in the world that could have prepared him for seeing Derek like this. Pale, sick, stuck to so many wires and tubes stiles almost turned around and walked right back but he didn't.

"hi." He said coming to sit in the chair beside Derek's bed.

"Hi" Derek rasped back, frown etched on his face. "You didn't have to come."

Stiles frowned, "they did tell you what happened right? If I hadn't shown up when I did you would be dead." He replied reaching out to hold Derek's hand lightly.

Derek shied away.

"Maybe that would have been better. Maybe she was right, god I can't do anything right. What kind of idiot can't even kill himself?"

Stiles' eyes widened, "Derek who are you talking about…?" he settled his hands in his lap to resist the temptation to hold Derek's own in his. "What made you do this?"

Derek frowned, "I can't tell you" he replied.

"Why not?" stiles asked, "Derek this is important, I need to be able to help you I need to make sure this never happens again."

Derek's eyes were filled with pain, and tears and his voice lodged in his throat when he tried to speak.

"I can't tell you because she'll kill Laura if I do."