Title: I don't want to need you, but I do

Jackson's POV

I laid there in bed feeling like I was going to die. My head was pounding so much that I couldn't see. I closed my eyes, putting my arm over my face.

"Jackson?" My mother said from the doorway.

"Mmm." Was all I could manage to get out.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

"I'm fine." I lied.

"Are you sure? You could always stay home." She rambled. I cut her off.

"I'm fine." I said again.

"Okay hunny." She said walking back down stairs.

I forced my self to stand up. Moving too fast, my head whirled and I had to grab my dresser to balance myself. I shut my eyes tight trying to steady my breathing.

I made my way slowly to the bath room. I opened up the medicine cabnet and took out the bottle of Tylenol. I opened it and took one. Swallowing it with a hand full of water.

I put the bottle back and got into the shower. I let the water stay kind of luke warm to cold. The cool water making my head stop throbbing a little. My body relaxed and I quickly washed myself before getting out.

Once I was dressed I went down stairs. I walked out skipping breakfast because my stomach was clentching and I was pretty sure that I would throw up on the first bite.

It was a painful ride to school. No matter how I tried to doge them, I ended up hitting every bump in the road. Which only made my stomach and head hurt more.

I got out of my car and walked towards the school.

"Hey, whoa, are you okay Jackson?" Danny asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Why did I lie. Maybe because if anyone knew I was feeling just the slightest bit under the weather they would try to baby me.

"You don't look fine." Danny said, trying to carry my back pack for me.

See!

"I'm alright." I said moving my back pack out of his grasps.

"Okay." Danny said.

We continued to walk to class. The light on the class room was murder on my eyes. My head throbbing.

I couldn't focus on the teacher, not that I cared. I put my head down on my desk.

I just wanted to go home!

"Is everything alright Mr. Whittemore?" The teacher asked me.

"Mmm, yeah." I said, not bothering to lift my head.

"Do you need to go to the nurse?" He asked.

Why did everyone feel the need to take care of me? I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself.

"No I'm fine." I said, lifting my head to prove my point. No matter how much it hurt to do so.

"Alright." He said, going back to his lesson.

I rested my head on my hand, groaning internaly.

The rest of my classes moved slowly. It was finally lunch time. I had to 'put on my game face' so to say. I couldn't let Scott or Stiles know that I was hurting in any type of way because they would tell the one person I didn't want to know the most. Derek.

"Hey." Scott said, as he and Stiles sat down at the table.

"Hey." I said back.

"Why aren't you eating?" Stiles asked.

"Not hungry." I lied. I actually was, I just couldn't eat because my stomach hurt too much.

"I think you are." Scott said.

Stupid werewolves and their stupid werewolf hearing!

"Okay maybe I am." I said.

Scott stared at me for a moment before giving me his apple.

"No I ..." I was cut off by Scott telling me to 'take it'.

I reluctantly took it and held it in my hand. Scott rose an eyebrow at me. I forced myself to take a bite of the apple. It took everything in me to swallow it. I grimaced, feeling my stomach churn. I quickly smoothed my face out, but it was too late.

"What's wrong with you." Stiles asked.

"Nothing." I said nonchalantly.

"So if we call Derek ..." I cut Scott off.

"No, no need to call him. I'm fine." I said.

"Really?" Stiles asked.

"Yes, just please don't call him." I said, pleadingly.

Derek and I had been together for a month now and the one thing I was sure of was that Derek was overly protective.

The rest of the day went by faster than the first half, but still kind of slow. I skipped lacrosse practice, which was probably a bad idea. Scott and Stiles would probably tell Derek that something was wrong with me, since I never missed a practice.

Honestly I didn't care if they did or didn't. Right now my head hurt too much to think about anything. I bearly made it home. I went up to my room. My parents were at work, so that was good. I didn't have to explain what was wrong.

I took off my back pack, jacket, and shoes. I dropped onto my bed getting under the covers. My head hurt so much! I wish I would have gotten a Tylenol before I laid down. I didn't think I could get up now.

I closed my eyes and tried not to think about the pain. Soon enough darkness took over me and I was asleep.

I woke up the next morning feeling even worse than I did yesterday. I was happy it was Friday.

Not only was my head and stomach hurting five times worse, but my whole body was aching. My muscles were so sore. I didn't know what was happening.

I could bearly move. I sat up swinging my feet over the side of my bed. I hunched over resting my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands.

I don't know how I did it, but I managed to get showered and dressed. I convinced my dad to take me to school. I didn't think I could manage driving without getting into a accident.

After reasuring my dad a thousand times that I was alright, he finally let me get out of the car. I slowly, and when I say slowly I mean turtle slowly, made my way to the school's front door. Walking in I saw Danny, Scott, and Stiles. I made my way over to them and grimaced in pain. I didn't even try to hide it.

"What's wrong? Are you hurt?" Scott said.

"My head is pounding and every inch of my body feels like its on fire." I said through clentched teeth.

"Okay." Stiles said, not really knowing what to do. "Do you want to go home or to the nurse's office?"

"I don't know. I ..."I said, trailing off. I swayed on my feet, but Scott caught me before I could fall.

"Okay, so lets take him to the nurse's office." Danny said.

They helped me walk down the hall, or more like dragged. When we got there, Scott explained what was happening to the nurse and Danny and Stiles helped my sit on the bed.

The nurse walked over to me with a cup of water and a large pill. I had to break it in half to swallow it. I took a large breath and blew it out slowly.

"Lie down hunny." The nurse instructed me.

I did as I was told and let my muscles relax. The nurse left to go get something.

"I'm calling Derek." Scott said.

"No." I whined.

"If I don't and he finds out that you are hurt, he would take it out on me. He strictly told me to tell him any and every little thing that seems out of the ordinary. You know how he gets." Scott said pulling out his phone.

"I know, that why I don't want you to call him. This will pass and he doesn't even have to know about this." I said, pleadingly.

"I'm sorry, I mean he will probably come over tonight or something. What will you tell him then?" Scott asked.

"I, I don't know just." I trailed off. My head hurt to much to try and think this through.

The nurse came back in with a ice pack. She walked over to me and placed it on my head. The coolness made me feel a little better. My head calmed down.

"Try to get some rest honey." The nurse said. "You boys can go back to class now."

"I'll wait until the end of the day." Scott said, before him, Stiles, and Danny walked out.

I knew he was talking about telling Derek. Well at least I could rest and think about how to deal with Derek later.

I relaxed into the bed and closed eyes. The nurse left to let me get some rest. Soon sleep took over me.

When I woke up I was still in the nurses office. I sat up. My body still hurt, but not as much as it did at first. That pill really worked.

I got up and walked out to where the nurse was.

"How you feeling hunny?" She asked.

"Better." I said.

I handed her back the ice pack. "Thanks." I said.

"You're welcome. Take it easy for a while." She said, smiling.

I walked out and was met by Stiles, Danny, and Scott.

"Did you call him?" I asked.

"Yes, hes on his way." Stiles answered.

"Mmmm" I whined.

"I'm sorry." Scott said.

"Now he will be over protective, and try to baby me. You know I hate being babied!" I whined again.

"Yeah, Derek and his crazy alpha werewolf ways." Stiles said.

"Come on." Danny said.

We walked outside waiting for Derek.

I saw his black camaro comming down the street.

"Uhhh." I said, pouting.

"It won't be that bad." Scott said.

Derek drove up and got out of his car. He ran to me and pulled me up in a tight hug. I groaned in pain as this action striked a surge of pain through my muscles. Derek let a low growl escape his lips.

"Sorry." He whispered in my ear, pulling away.

"Scott, why didn't you tell me sooner?" Derek said, accusingly.

"Hey, its not my fault." Scott said, raising his hands.

Derek looked at Stiles and Danny. They did the same, raising their hands and shaking their head, as if to say they had no part in this.

"Its not their fault." I said.

Derek looked at me and stroked my cheek with his thumb. He took my hand and lead me to his car.

"Thanks alot." I said sarcasticly, looking back at them.

Scott shrugged, Danny chuckled, and Stiles smirked.

I got into the car and Derek grabbed my seat belt.

"I can do it." I said grabbing the Derek's hand.

Derek gave me a warning glare. I sighed and droped my hands. He buckled me in and got in on the other side.

Derek drove off toward my house. He kept looking back and forth at me and the road.

"Why didn't you tell me you were sick?" Derek demanded.

"I didn't want you to worry." I said.

We came to a stop at the stop light.

"Jackson, you should have told me." Derek said sternly.

"I hate being babied. I can take care of myself." I said, crossing my arms.

Derek gave me a 'no you can't' expression, and I sighed and rested my head on the window. Derek started driving again. When we arrived at my house, Derek got out and walked over to open my door. I was about to get out when Derek leaned down and picked me up bridal style.

"Derek." I whined.

He closed the door and took my house key from me, opening the front door. Derek carried me up to my room, laying me on my bed.

"Don't move." He ordered, and left the room.

After five minutes, I sat up. I stood, right in the middle of my first step I heard Derek say 'Jackson!' in a low growl. I quickly got back in bed and laid down.

"Hmm." I said, crossing my arms over my chest. I was pouting like a three year old right now but I didn't care.

A few more minutes later Derek came back with some chicken noodle soup and some water.

"Here." He said, setting the water down on the night stand.

I sat up and grabbed it taking a sit. I drank half of it, I figured I was a little dehydrated since I hadn't eaten or drank anything since Wednesday. I set it back down on the night stand.

Derek walked over to the other side of the bed with my soup and sat down next to me. I reached for the bowl, but he moved it out of the way.

"Mm mh." He said, shaking his head.

"What?" I asked.

Derek didn't say anything. He just pick up some soup on to the spoon and held it out to me.

"I can feed myself." I said turning my head.

Derek growled which made me turn my head back around. He rose his eyebrow at me and sighed in defeat. I took the bite and let Derek feed me the rest of the soup.

When I was done I started biting on my lip. I tend to fo that when I'm mad or annoyed. Derek bent down and kissed me. I wanted to be mad, but I could resist Derek. I kissed him back relaxing into his side. Derek wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer. My muscles twitched, but I didn't care.

Derek pulled away and kissed my forehead. I rested my head on his chest. Despite me not liking to be babied or tooken care of, it was nice to let him hold me.

"How are you feeling?" Derek asked me.

"A little better. Still sore." I said, closing my eyes.

Derek kissed the top of my head. I sighed in contentment.

Even though I hate being treated like I'm a helpless baby, Its nice to let someone take care of me.

... Sometimes.

Hey all!

Sooo, did you like it?

I hope you loved it anon! {I was thinking about doing another but more serious, like the sickness being cancer or something serious like that.}

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