I do not own the characters of Teen Wolf. I only own this idea. I'm struggling pretty badly, so I decided to write more in this.
"Not a chance.", replied Derek as he put his shirt back on quickly and got off of the examining table, grasping it tightly with one of his hands when the room spun. "It'll help them understand what is happening to you and it'll help them to help you.", explained Deaton as he steadied the wolf on his feet. "I don't need your help or theirs.", explained the Alpha as he moved out of the older man's grasp, only to go right into Peter's with Stile's hand on his lower back. "Derek, this could kill you. Being a werewolf isn't going to help if you're starving yourself to death.", snapped the vet as he looked over at the extremely pale wolf. "Wait. Bring it back a bit. This could kill him?!", asked Stiles in complete shock as he waved his arms in the air. "If he continues without help it could kill him in the next few years.", explained Deaton. Peter looked down at his nephew who looked like he was struggling to keep his eyes open at the moment, before he looked over at Stiles. "Call the pack, have them all at the house by the time we get there.", ordered the older man with a nod of his head.
Stiles had his hand in his pocket and was pulling out his cell phone faster than they all thought possible, dialing Scott as he walked out of the examination room. "I'm fine, Peter. You don't have to drag the pack into this.", managed out Derek as he stood on his own two feet without help. "You don't have a choice anymore.", replied Peter as he looked over at the vet for conformation. "I'll make a few calls, set up an appointment with a dietitian and do some research on my own. We'll make up a meal plan for Derek that will have to be highly monitored to make sure that he does eat everything and that he keeps it in his body. We'll be met with a lot of resistance for this.", explained Deaton as he walked over to his desk and began to root through his folder of phone numbers and business cards. Stiles walked back into the room about 15 minutes later with a confused and worried looking Scott at his side. "Whats going on? The pack is at the house, I left the moment Stiles called me.", asked Scott in confusion as he glanced from each person in the room, his eyes landing on his Alpha.
"Derek? Are you okay? Whats wrong?", asked the younger wolf desperately as he walked over to the other wolf and placed his hand on his shoulder. When he did that, a wave of emotions hit him like a semi-truck: Fear, Nervousness, Anger, Pain, Guilt. "Don't, Scott.", whispered the older wolf as he looked down at the smaller of the two. Scott ignored him to the fullest and wrapped his arms around him, holding onto him as if he were going to fall apart any minute. Derek stood there frozen for a few minutes before he wrapped his arms around the smaller wolf, holding onto him just as tight. "Stiles said that you have a lot of explaining to do to us.", said Scott as he looked up at his Alpha before over to his best friend. "I guess I do, now.", replied Derek as he looked over at Stiles, who was looking hesitant to even get any closer to the pair. "I'm not going to break, Stiles.", said the wolf as he waved the teen over, taking him in under his free arm, giving them both a tight hug, using his body to reassure the two teens.
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"Sit down, guys. We've got something to tell you, more like explain.", explained Peter as he had each pack member take a seat in the living room, leaving him, Derek, Stiles, and Scott standing. "This doesn't sound good.", said Erika as she sat down beside Boyd, who wrapped an arm around her. "It's not.", added in Scott as he glanced at his Alpha. "Says who?", muttered Derek under his breath as he crossed his arms over his stomach. Stiles was close enough to him to hear it, so he smacked the wolf up side his head with his hand. "Do you really want to continue and die?", asked the teen with force in his voice. "Wait. Die?!", asked Isaac with concern in his voice as he walked over to his Alpha with slightly wide eyes. "I'm not going to die, Isaac.", reassured Derek as he looked down at one of his Betas, hoping to calm him down a little. "What aren't you telling us, Derek?", asked Isaac as he looked up at him with doe eyes, begging for a real answer. The Alpha wolf clamped his mouth shut and sent a desperate look to his Uncle, silently begging him not to make him tell. Peter refused to meet his nephew's eyes, knowing that this is what he had to do on his own.
When the Alpha did speak, he also used a gesture with his one hand, only holding up his pointer and middle finger together, almost making it look like a gun. "Two-finger rule, also known as purging. Which in medical terms is Bulimia Nervosa, you eat and then you purge. I've been doing it since I was 14 and it's what caused me to collapse this morning.", explained Derek as he kept his eyes on the floor, not daring to look at his pack. "Why don't you show them how bad it is?", asked Peter as he gestured towards the wolf's shirt. The younger wolf tensed at the thought but then nodded his head once, in a swift motion he had his shirt off with his arms at his sides. The girls' eyes widened in shock and their hand up to cover their open mouths. "Why didn't you tell us before?", asked Isaac as he helped the older wolf get his shirt back on over his frail body. "I couldn't risk it, I really couldn't. I didn't even want to tell anybody but Deaton managed to get it out of me.", explained Derek as he looked into he younger wolf's eyes.
"Why do you do it?", asked Jackson in confusion as he looked over at his Alpha. "A fear of gaining weight. I try to keep myself as thin as I possibly can without it getting noticed. I fell back into some old habits and got caught by Stiles this morning.", explained Derek as he looked over at his Beta. "You're solid, dude. Buff as hell.", said Boyd as he looked over at the older wolf with confusion in his eyes. "Not in his eyes.", explained Scott as he placed a hand on the older wolf's shoulder and gave it a comforting squeeze. "Der, we're going to help you. We'll help you get healthy again and help you let go of the bad habits. It might be tough but we're going to help.", promised Stiles as he stood on his toes and placed a gentle kiss to the wolf's temple and cheek. "My cousin was Bulimic, too, she purged after every meal. But she recovered fully and now lives a happy life with her parents. There are some bumps in the road but she steers herself back the right way with a little help. I'll give you her story and give her yours. Maybe you could help each other out on the bad days?", asked Allison as she walked over and hugged him tightly.
"Of course, if Stiles approves.", she added in as she looked over at the wolf's boyfriend. "It's fine by me, he could benefit from hearing another person's story. And it could help us understand what's going on a lot better.", explained Stiles as he smiled at the dark haired girl. "You're perfect, Derek. There's nothing to change.", complimented Lydia as she rose from her seat and hugged his other side, feeling his ribs through his shirt. "I really hate dragging you all into this.", admitted Derek as he looked around the room at everybody. That earned him a slap up side his head by Lydia, Allison, Stiles, and Scott.