I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF!

Stiles didn't immediately open his eyes when he woke up. He could hear people shifting around the room, and he wondered where he was. The last thing he remembered was fainting at Derek's, but surely they wouldn't have stuck around? Before opening his eyes, he took a deep a deep breath. There was still a subtle smell of food, and Stiles realized how hungry he was. Get that out of your head, Stiles. It's all in your head.

He opened his eyes, and the first thing he noticed was that he was still at Derek's. Good. At least they hadn't taken him to the hospital. They probably just thought he had a panic attack. They didn't need to know it was because of the lack of proteins in his body. They didn't need to-

''Stiles!'' Scott's voice drew him out of his thoughts. He hadn't realized how long he had been staring at the same spot on the ceiling. Obviously long enough for the others to notice he was awake. He tried to sit up, but he found he could hardly control his own body, so gave up and resorted to staring at everyone.

Lydia was seated on a couch next to him. Scott was kneeling in front of his couch. Derek was glowering at him from the doorway. Jackson was trying to pretend that he didn't care, but Stiles could see the slight worry in his not-so-subtle glances. Isaac and Liam were watching worriedly from the couch next to Lydia's.

"Do you remember anything from before you passed out?'' asked Scott. Before Stiles could think of an answer, Derek got up from his place against the doorway and trudged over to them, already talking; "More importantly, do you know why you passed out?"

Stiles knew. Of course he knew. He needed some food in his stomach. He wasn't an idiot, he knew he had a problem, but he was just so fat. He couldn't tell them that, so he just shrugged, which probably worried them more because w=he was Stiles and he was supposed to be ranting on about how it was probably just his awesomeness catching up to him.

"Stiles?" came Lydia's soft voice from next to him " When was the last time you had anything to eat?" she sounded curious, as if she was just wondering, but Stiles knew it was because of what had happened with him. He supposed he could simply not answer, but that would probably be an answer by itself, now wouldn't it? And he couldn't lie; they would call him on it.

So instead he took a deep breath and mumbled the answer. He was pretty sure they didn't hear it, because he hardly said anything at all. So Liam, because he has IED, got up and knelt in front next to Scott.

"Look, dude." He said in a voice that Stiles never ever ever associated with Liam, "My stepdad is a doctor, and I spend some time with him at the hospital, so I know the symptoms of an anorexic if I see one." Lydia gasped, staring at Stiles with wide eyes. "And you shouldn't do this to yourself, okay? It's no use." At this, Liam cut his eyes to the floor sadly. "Trust me. It never comes out the way you want it to."

Stiles stared at him with wide eyes. How had he known? Stiles had been so careful to hide it from them, so very careful. He didn't have time to say anything before Liam got up and left, head down, without looking at anyone. Scott stared after him, and Stiles knew he was making a mental note to go speak to the kid when he was done with Stiles.

Everyone was staring at Stiles. "What?" he snapped after a few moments of not being able to take it anymore. They looked away, except for Scott. "How long have you…I mean, how long has this…?" Stiles knew what he was asking. But the way his best friend looked, the way Lydia looked, hell, even the way Derek, Isaac and frickin' Jackson looked, Stiles wanted to make it better. He didn't want ot have to be better anymore. So he answered.

"A couple years before my mom died." He stared at the floor, waiting for them to blow up at him. Instead, Lydia jumped up and threw her arms around him, sobbing into his shirt. Stiles knew he should be angry that she pitied him, but he just really wanted a hug.

Scott got up with a look that said "we're so not done here" and took Lydia's earlier place on the couch, allowing the banshee to cry, as if Stiles had already signed his death sentence.