Derek was getting even more agitated in the motel room. He could not sit still. Simon ignored him but I was getting worried about him changing.

"Derek," I grabbed his hand so he'd stop pacing for a moment.

His skin felt hot and feverish,

"We picked this motel for you," I reminded him. "Go down to the fitness center and work the anger out."

"I'm fine," Derek growled.

"No," I growled back. "Obviously you are not. Go."

Derek opened his mouth to say something but I interrupted with another forceful 'go.' He growled at me but caved. Derek knew he was going stir crazy in the little room, he grabbed the room key and stormed out.

"You really think tiring him out will work?" Simon looked up from the tv.

I nodded, "If he works enough of that rage out of his system, he'll be fine."

"Good," Simon nodded. "How are you doing? You seem kind of hot."

I looked away nervously, "That's the other reason Derek needed to go… Honestly, I'm not doing so good."

"Why would you want him to leave?"

I looked back at him, "With the state he's in, he'd just be adding onto the stress, telling me what I'm doing wrong. He's not really Derek right now."

"But I've never been through it before, I won't know how to help."

"Just keep my mind off of it until it comes?"

Simon nodded and pulled a deck of cards out from the nightstand, "I can do that." He started shuffling the cards and dealing them into two piles. "The name of the game is Foofle."

"Foofle?" I asked.

Simon nodded, "Yep, we are creating a game called Foofle. The best way to distract a mind is with creating something."

I sat down at the foot of Simon's bed and he gave me a hand of cards. We set to work distracting my mind from what was going to happen to me tonight.

The distractions only lasted for an hour or so. I was starting to feel very sick to my stomach. Simon was blatantly scared for me, or maybe because he had never seen this before.

"Are you sure I shouldn't go get Derek?" Simon asked for the second or third time. It was starting to get hard to keep track.

I nodded, "It's too late to stop him from noticing if he comes back, but please don't go looking for him. I…"

"You what?"

"I can't do it alone again," Tears started sliding down my cheeks. "Please don't leave me alone."

Simon wrapped me in a hug.

"Shhh its okay," he whispered. "I won't go anywhere."

I tried to say thank you but it came out as a hiss of pain. I felt my muscles cramping all around my body. Simon tried not to outwardly panic.

"I'm ok. I'm ok. Can we go to the bathroom before I puke?"

Simon nodded and helped me get up and walk over to the bathroom. I laid down against the cool tile, welcoming it.

"I could go get some ice," Simon said.

I really didn't want him to leave but I nodded. Anything to cool off. Simon promised to be fast and ran out the door. I threw up into the toilet. It felt like there were hundreds of snakes under my skin. It moved and itched like hell.

The motel door slammed open, I looked up from the toilet to see Derek rushing in followed by Simon with a bag of ice.

"He found me in the hallway," Simon said as I shot him a dirty look.

Derek knelt down next to me and rubbed my shoulder.

"You're going to be ok," Derek said reassuringly.

"Says who?" I coughed out before vomiting into the toilet again.

"Here," Simon handed me ice cubes wrapped in a wash cloth.

I took it and held it against my forehead. The cold felt amazing but it was no relief from what was happening. My legs started spasming and I slid down onto the floor.

"Chloe, you-" Derek started.

I cut him off growling, "I swear to god if you start telling me what to do."

"But-"

"Shut up!" I shouted. I could apologize later, right now I didn't care.

My head pounded, all I could hear was the rush of blood around my body as my heart picked up speed. I didn't hear a word the boys were saying. I rolled over onto my stomach, burying my face into the icy washcloth. I let a long whimper before my body started convulsing. My back twisted so fast I thought my spine was breaking.

I squeezed my eyes shut. I felt so alone, I couldn't hear a thing. I wasn't even sure if I was screaming or not. My body contorted and my bones started to snap. I think I cried out. My skin was on fire, I couldn't feel the ice anymore. Shards of bone ripped my muscles as they snaked under my skin. Everything was moving and readjusting.

A hand was gently placed on my back, rubbing a small spot like I had done for Derek. A way tell him that I was there even if he couldn't hear me. I think I vomited again. It was hard to tell what was going on. Just keep breathing, I told myself. Just like last time, just keep breathing. My breathing was ragged and labored but I kept trying as hard as I could. My arm snapped. Just keep breathing. Claw were growing out of my toes. Just keep breathing. My hips cracked and went numb. Just keep breathing.

It started to subside, I wasn't going to make it through. My body shifted around, moving muscles so bones could fuse back together. The pounding in my ears was still deafening but I could hear the boys. Though I refused to look up from the washcloth.

"Is it over?"

"Yeah, she's going to be ok."

"Ok? How can someone be ok after that?"

"Because she's resilient. She controlled her powers this time, didn't she?"

I had forgotten about summoning. The symbols must have helped, or my powers just weren't as pent up as before. If it was the symbols though, I'd need Tess' cuffs again soon. With my body in overdrive, they'd be healed and gone quickly.

I let out a whine that sounded like a dog as my hip cracked back into place.

"Chloe?!"

"What?" I growled.

"Come on, sit up."

"Screw off," I growled. Not moving from the washcloth.

"I think we should leave her be for a bit."

There was the scuffle of the boys getting up and leaving the bathroom. I doubted they were far past the doorway, they'd want to keep an eye on me. I drifted off to sleep utterly exhausted.