What if I Stayed? (Thiam Fic)

Chapter Thirty Six

Liam knew he needed help right now. There was no way that bleeding from your eyes and nose alongside a good amount of throwing up black and regular blood (not to mention normal vomit) was healthy. He didn't have Deaton's number so he now he had to walk over to the animal clinic himself.

Maybe he should've told Scott but he didn't want to get dragged into another adventure. It was all too much and maybe Liam was a coward but he didn't care. He was terrified of getting hurt or seeing someone else get hurt. He was haunted by visions of the berserkers. Of Garrett and Violet. In his dreams it was all he could see at this point. Being killed or watching Theo be murdered in front of him. Over and over.

He hit the door with force, holding an already bloodied paper towel underneath his nose as he did so. Liam prayed that Deaton was there even though these were the off hours. He needed help. Now. This was getting dangerous maybe deadly.

"I'm sorry but we're closed right now." Deaton said absentmindfully as he opened the door. When their eyes finally met, a look of shock and concern crossed his face. "Liam. it's good to see you. Is something wrong?"

"Yeah I'm bleeding. Like a lot." Liam said, feeling his stomach twist and turn just standing here. "And throwing up. I thought werewolves don't get sick but I'm sick. Really sick I think."

"Come in. Let me see what I can do for you Liam." Deaton opened the door, welcoming him inside. Liam rushed in, not waiting or taking any chances. "How long has this been happening?"

"A few days now." Liam sat on the cold metal table as Deaton closed the door. "It hasn't gotten any better."

"I see. And have you told Scott about this?" Deaton grabbed a flashlight and gloves, moving closer to him and moving away the bloody napkin.

"Uh no. And I don't really plan to unless I really really have to." He gave an awkward smile as the vet checked him out.

"Is there a reason for that?" Deaton raised en eyebrow, examining his nose which was still bleeding.

"I don't want to worry him with all the deadpool stuff." Liam lied, shrugging as Deaton nodded, clearly still concerned. He sighed, turning away from Liam and heading towards the secret cabinet filled with supernatural remedies. "What's wrong with me?"

"I'm not entirely sure but I have some theories." He clicked his tongue as he grabbed a jar filled with something. "There's only a few reasons this could be happening. Do you remember what we talked about a few days ago?"

"Um no." Liam lied again, not wanting to act like he knew what was really happening. "It's been really stressful lately so I forgot. What'd we talk about?"

"Mates. And you don't have to lie to me Liam. I'm not going to tell Scott or your mate about this, alright?" Deaton said softly opening the jar and dipping his fingers into the substance. "This can happen when you try to stop the feelings, get into a fight or something else similair."

"I didn't have a fight because I don't have a mate. I've been a werewolf for like a week and a bit so it's not possible." Liam countered, trying to find some sort of high ground or a good point to win this argument that wasn't really an argument.

"Time doesn't matter although it is rare you meet your mate very quickly." He had started placing the lotion on Liam's face and throat. It was a black and scratchy mixture that smelled like mint and dirt. 

"I don't have a mate." Liam hissed as the mixture burned him a bit, trying not to show he was in pain.

"There's nothing wrong with having a mate Liam. It's a beautiful thing that is one of the gifts when it comes to being supernatural. Werewolves have an especially special bond as most supernatural creatures simply have soulmates." It was like he was reading from a book.

"Don't they usually die? Or get hurt?" Liam asked, remembering what Derek had said about Paige and what Theo had said about the whole idea. Theo. He started coughing, the burning of the mixture only helping soothe him a little.

"When involved in war, people die sometimes. Everyone dies Liam, soulmate or not. You can't keep people from death." Deaton said darkly and the words hit him like a truck. He was right about that. Everyone died. "It hurts more when it's someone you love but mates doesn't mean doomed to die. It just means that when what happens to everyone happens, it hurts. You should try and enjoy being alive with them."

"I don't think he wants to do that." Liam was honest as he coughs slowed, his breathing and speaking returning to normal. He didn't even care he had just given away the fact his soulmate was a boy. "He hates me."

"No, he doesn't. He's scared because he's lost a lot of people close to him and the idea of losing you is stopping him." Deaton somehow knew what Liam was talking about but it didn't really register with him yet, he was more focused on the fact that Theo might really be his soulmate-mate thingy and the fact that the burning had stopped alongside his sickness. 

"But he acts like he hates me." 

"Because it's easier to pretend that you don't care than to be honest with them and yourself to realize you love them more than anyone and anything." Deaton took a shakey breath, looking Liam in the eyes, "Because there is nothing more terrifying than that."