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"Peter, reach back and check his pulse again. I want to make sure he's still alive since we left the house.", said Stiles as he pushed the gas peddle down a bit more, already going 10 mph over the speed limit. Peter reached back in the seat and gently pressed his fingers to his nephew's neck, feeling a slow and weak pulse. "He's still with us, but his pulse is week. Come on, Derek. Wake up.", said the former Alpha as he gave him a gentle shake. The teen in question groaned deep in his throat but didn't make a single movement of his body. "Are we close to getting there, Stiles?", asked Peter as he turned around in his seat again to face the front. "Better than close, we're here.", replied Stiles as he put his Jeep in park and took the keys out of the ignition. "Go let Deaton know we're here, I'll grab Derek and bring him inside. I'll try to get him to walk, he's partly conscious now.", ordered the former Alpha. Stiles got out of his Jeep and sprinted into the vet's building.
Deaton walked out of the building and over to Peter, who was currently trying to keep his nephew on his feet. "What happened to him, Peter?", asked Deaton as he helped the man walk the slightly conscious teen into the building and into one of the exam rooms. "Stiles saw everything, he could tell you better than I could.", explained Peter as he layed the wolf down on the exam table. "Stiles. Talk.", ordered Deaton as he turned on the light above them all. "I dont know, Deaton. He just. Collapsed. One minute he was talking to me and the next he was on the floor.", explained Stiles as he paced around in the exam room. "Lets get him awake first and see what he remembers.", said the vet as he picked up a small glass of water. The man looked over at Peter before he tossed the water into the younger wolf's face, watching in satisfaction as the teen shot awake and sat up. "Ugh. What the hell?", asked Derek as he held his head in his hands.
"How are you feeling, Derek?", asked Deaton as he pulled up a chair and sat down right in front of the teen. "I feel fine.", lied the wolf as he rubbed his eyes before casting a glance at Peter and Stiles. He was so good at lying now that he was able to keep his breathing and heart beat under control when it came down to that. "You feel fine?! What the hell was that about?!", demanded Stiles as he waved his arms in the air. "Let it go, Stiles. I just got a bit dizzy, that's all.", replied the wolf as he tried to get off the table, only to be pushed back onto it by his Uncle. "That's not it, Derek. You haven't been sleeping properly, let alone eating.", explained Peter as he looked down at his nephew, who was now avoiding eye contact with everybody. "Let's have a look, Derek.", said Deaton as he picked up a flashlight and coaxed the teen's mouth open. The vet noticed the wolf's blazing red throat and slightly torn esophagus. He then examined the teen's hands and noticed the scarring that was covering the knuckles of each hand.
"How long, Derek?", asked Deaton as he once again sat down in front of the teen. "How long what?", asked the wolf as he avoided eye contact. "How long have you been starving yourself and forcing yourself to vomit ?", asked Deaton as he grabbed the wolf's chin and forced him to look him in the eye. "Jesus Christ, I was right with what I saw.", muttered Stiles as he walked up to the vet's side. "Don't bet on me telling you anything.", snapped Derek as he jerked his head out of the man's grasp. "Come on, wolf. He's only trying to help.", coaxed Peter as he placed his hand on his nephew's back, gasping when he could feel part of his spine. "A physical examination will tell me everything, without you having to even open your mouth.", explained Deaton as he gave the teen's shirt a tug. Derek got the message and slowly slid his shirt off, placing it on the table beside him. His arms subconsciously went around his stomach, as if he were giving himself a hug.
"Uh-uh. No covering yourself up, arms at your sides.", ordered Deaton as he removed the teen's arms from around his body. "Damn, Derek.", whispered Stiles as he looked over the wolf's body. The wolf in question bared his teeth and growled at the teen, hoping to get his point across. "Collar bones show, I can count your ribs, your hip bones are protruding. Not to mention I can see part of your spine and your shoulder blades are jutting out. I'm guessing since you were about 14 or 15?", asked Deaton as he finished walking around the wolf to get a full view. "You're right.", whispered Derek as he looked down at the floor. "How many times a day?", asked the vet as he lightly pressed down on each of the wolf's sides. "After each meal, in between meals, and after any liquid enters my body.", replied the teen as he winced under the man's touch. "Tender?", asked Deaton in a concerned tone. "A little, but it'll go away.", replied Derek. "Have you been pushing on your liver to get the bile to rise?", asked Deaton as he walked back to the front of the man. "Every time.", answered Derek lowly. "I think it's about time we have a real chat with you and your pack, including Stiles, don't you think?", asked Deaton as he placed his hands on his hips and stared the wolf down.