Stiles laid back in the hospitals bed, his entire body sore. He glanced down at the CVC line that stuck out of his chest. The sight of the three clear tubes disappearing into his body always made him shutter. Each tube had a color coordinated cap.

Currently the red cap was open and an IV bag was connected to it. Three hours into his first chemotherapy session, and Stiles already felt like shit. The doctors had given him an anti-nausea drug, but it only helped so much. Stiles groaned as his stomach turned, but he refused to be sick again. The shrill sound of a phone ringing hurt his ears, but he slowly picked it up and placed it next to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Stiles, where are you?"

Derek.

"Why does it matter?"

"I like to know where all my pack members are. Now. Where. Are. You?"

Stiles sighed. If he didn't tell him, he knew Derek would just hunt him down. Possible threaten people until he figured out where he was.

"I'm at the hospital."

"Which room?"

Derek was pissed. Stiles couldn't help it when he imagined Derek slamming some random nurse into a wall until he found Stiles. But then Stiles' mind came back to reality, because why in the hell would Derek go so far for Stiles? There was no real point in lying to the pack.

"Room N208"

Derek hung up.

Derek clicked off his phone and turned to the pack.

"Stiles is at the hospital again."

Stomping away, the pack followed. Lydia jogged up until she was just behind the alpha.

"Are we going to go visit him?"

Derek nodded.

"We need to figure out once and for all what the hell is wrong."

"Well okay, but we're going to have to stop by Hallmarks before we go to the hospital."

Derek stopped in front of his car and looked over at Lydia.

"Why?"

Lydia sighed dramatically and gave Derek a look. She looked at him like he had just asked what 2+2 equals. Allison stepped forward.

"She's right. You can't just go visit someone at the hospital without bringing something."

Derek growled. He didn't want to waste time getting Get Well gifts when he should be with Stiles. Stiles was his, and he needed him now. Wait, wait. What? Derek shook his head. Stiles was not his, he was just a normal pack member. Sure he would protect his pack, but each member was their own. Stiles did not belong to Derek.

"Derek?"

Shaken out of his thoughts by Allison, he sighed. The girls did have a point. You really couldn't go visit someone in the hospital without bringing something.

"Fine, alright. Meet up at Hallmarks, and then we'll head to the hospital."

Scott, Allison, Jackson, Danny, Lydia, Isaac, Erica, Boyd and Derek all stood outside the N wing of the hospital, arms cluttered with stuffed bears and balloons. Derek felt his stomach drop as he looked at the sign on the wall.

Oncology

Scott let out a low whine of sadness. Derek whirled around on him. Scott slunk back slightly.

"Is this what you meant? He's been here before? This. . . this is not the first time?"

Scott shook his head and glanced down at the white floors.

"N-no, this is not the first time. Actually, this is the third time."

Derek felt slightly dizzy at that.

"He was first diagnosed when he was 6. He went into remission when he was 8, but it came back when he was 9. He went back into remission when he was 11. We-we all thought it was gone for good, that he h-had finally beaten it-"

Scott's throat closed with tears. Allison hugged him tightly.

"What kind?"

Scott swallowed and blinked away his tears before answering.

"Leukemia."

Derek covered his eyes with a shaking hand.

"APL"

Derek's head whipped up as he stared at Scott, shock on his face. Isaac looked between the two, confused fear in his eyes.

"W-what's APL? Is it bad?"

Allison nodded.

"It's a rare form of Leukemia. It's well known for killing."

Derek felt like he had just been punched in the gut.