Stiles must have passed out, because when she woke up she could feel masculine arms carrying her to her bed, where she was gently tucked in. Stiles opened her eyes to see Derek staring at her with concern in his eyes, which made Stiles blush slightly.
'Stiles, what's up?' Derek asked, raising his eye brows. 'Your scent is different today. No offense or anything, but you smell kind of gross'
'Nothing, there's just a stomach bug going around. I must have caught it…..or something' Stiles was aware that her excuse sounded incredibly stupid, especially considering the fact that her voice was extremely weak and barely audible.
'Stiles, stop downplaying. I found you unconscious at the toilet, gripping your stomach. How long have you been feeling sick?'
'Couple weeks, I think'
'Alright, here's the deal babe, if you still feel sick tomorrow I'm taking you to the doctors. Got it?' Derek was so adorable when he was protective.
'Did you just call me babe?' Stiles was smiling now, she seriously loved to taunt her partner.
'Shut up. Are you hungry?'
Stiles nodded her head to indicate that she was hungry, and it seemed that Derek basically ran down stairs to cook her something to eat, though Stiles doubted that she could hold anything down right now, seeing as how her stomach was constantly doing flips.
Oh, God, what was wrong with her? Stiles felt her heart rate accelerate as she thought about all the things that could potentially be wrong with her. Could it be cancer? Could it be one to many kicks and punches to the stomach? All these possibilities made Stiles panic even more. What if she had cancer or an illness that was fatal…..Oh God, she couldn't breathe.
Stiles called Derek's name, in desperate hopes that her partner would forget whatever he was doing and rush to her side before she had a panic attack. Though, it wasn't like Stiles had any major reason to have a panic attack, considering that Stiles didn't have any life threatening disease, because if she did, Derek and the other wolves would have been able to smell it…..she hoped.
'Stiles, what's wrong?' Oh, thank God, Derek was here. Here he was looking all stressed out, holding a plate of toast, bacon and a glass of orange juice. At the sight of Derek, Stiles instantly relaxed and her heart rate slowly decreased and went back to normal.
Stiles opened her mouth to say something, but shut it once she saw the expression on Derek's face. Never before had Derek looked scared and surprised, but at this moment in time, there was a mixture of emotions on his face and none of the expressions looked happy. Derek was extremely pale and for a moment, Stiles wondered if he was about to pass out, but Stiles didn't get to ponder that thought for long as Derek dropped the plate to the floor –not even giving a damn about the mess of food and broken glass- and made his way quickly over to Stiles.
Stiles was taken aback at Derek's behaviour. Not only did he look worried and petrified, but he also looked confused, which was not a look Stiles liked to see on her boyfriends face. Derek's behaviour was seriously scaring him. Derek was the big bad wolf, he didn't show his emotions.
Stiles was finally about to say something but was cut off when Derek moved his hand to her stomach.
'Derek, what are you doing? What's wrong?'
Stiles was answered with dead silence, which really annoyed her. If there was something seriously wrong with her, she had a right to know, and the fact that Derek was not telling her pissed her off. Yes, she loved Derek, but sometimes –very rarely- she got mad at him. Stiles jumped out of bed to move away from Derek, who was still crouching down beside the bed, almost like he was oblivious to the fact that Stiles moved away from the bed.
'Derek, please tell me what's wrong?' Stiles got no response, which seriously worried her. Derek always had something to say.
Stiles gingerly moved forward, careful not to push Derek over the edge, as he seriously looked like he was having some kind of mental breakdown. she placed her hand on her partner's shoulder but quickly withdrew it as Derek spun around and was staring shocked at Stiles.
'Seriously, you're not going to tell me what's wrong?'
'I…you….think…..' Derek was stuttering and Derek never stuttered! Maybe Stiles was dying.
'Take a deep breath, tell me again' this was weird. For once Stiles was being the mature, reasonable one.
'You're pregnant…'
Stiles would have thought that Derek was playing a cruel, sick joke on him if it weren't for the expression on his face. Stiles didn't know how to react, so she just stood still with her mouth slightly open. How could she be pregnant? No, this couldn't be happening. Stiles wasn't even seventeen yet. Oh God, what…the. Now it was Stiles turn to panic. Shit, shit, shit. No, this was not happening right now, it couldn't be. It was impossible because she couldn't have a baby….she just couldn't.
'Stiles' Derek said, moving closer to his partner. 'Take a deep breath, I'll…we'll sort it out. Babe….'
'No. Don't babe me. YOU DID THIS TO ME' Stiles couldn't help but yell, she was just so…wait, there wasn't even a word to describe what she was feeling.
Derek moved forward and put a stern hand on Stiles arm, but Stiles wasn't having any of his crap. she pushed Derek out of the way and stared transfixed at Derek, with horror and panic on his face. Stiles was hearing a buzzing in her ears and her vision was going black, and before she knew what was happening, the blackness came in on her and she fainted.