Stranded (Sterek AU)

Chapter Thirteen

Derek is walking down the path to the waterfall, Stiles cannot come with him anymore, and he chews are his already blooded lip as he moves to get some water before quickly making his way back to the camp. Stiles is laying on his side while Derek can see him trying to stay absolutely still as he lays somewhere in the shade, and Derek moves to pick him up to move him towards the center of the campsite. "Thanks." Stiles wheezes, and Derek smiles down at him while he rubs Stiles' chest.

"How are you feeling?" Derek asks, worried about him. Stiles smiles at him, or he tries to at least, and Derek watches him with worried eyes. Stiles doesn't tell him that he's struggling to breathe now that he's out of medicine since he doesn't want to bother Derek about anything.

"I'm fine." Stiles tells him, his voice rough and scratchy sounding that makes him worry even more. Stiles turns some and Derek leans down to rest his head lightly on Stiles' chest, and he can hear Stiles struggling to breathe. Derek hears the wheezing and Stiles wraps his hand in Derek's hair, not sure of what he's actually doing. Derek leans back, biting his lip roughly, and Stiles lazily pushes at his face. "Stop. Your lip is already bleeding." Stiles tells him, and Derek nods his head.

"Do you have any medicine left?" Derek asks, looking though his little black bag to see if Stiles has any medicine left. He knows that Stiles has looked though all of his stuff to try to find any of his medicine that he might have left , and Stiles shakes his head as he moves to try to sit up. Derek moves to help him, and he tries to get to him to drink something. "Try to drink something, okay?" Derek asks, and Stiles shakes his head as he leans against a tree.

Stiles pants some, it's hard to breathe when he's not laying down but he doesn't want to lay down anymore. It's only been a few days since he's had his medicine, and he's never gone this long without it. He hates this feeling of choking, and he tries not to think about it since it makes him afraid. "I'm not thirsty, Derek. I just want to sleep some more." Stiles tells him, and Derek doesn't think it's healthy how much Stiles is sleeping now.

"Okay. Why don't you get out of the sun?" Derek suggests, and Stiles nods as he stands to stumble he way into the shade so that he can sleep some more away from the harsh sun. Derek stands to help him walk towards the cabin, and Stiles smiles at him. Derek smiles back at him, it doesn't reach his eyes as much as it normally would, and Stiles knows that he's worried about him. Derek lays him down before running his hand through his hair, and Stiles gives him a small smile before he closes his eyes, and he's asleep quickly.

Derek watches him for a while before moving to get himself something to eat, and Derek doesn't want to leave him alone for a second. Derek gets a piece of fruit while he sits next to Stiles as he moves to watch him, and he watches him without looking at anything else. He knows that Stiles is worse off than he's trying let on, but Derek knows the truth.

He knows that Stiles is dying.

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Derek wakes up the next morning, he was curled around Stiles' smaller body while he slept, and he looks up to see that Stiles is in the same position that they went to sleep in. Derek moves to lay his head on Stiles' bare chest to listen to him breathing, and it sounds worse than yesterday. Derek sighs to himself while he bites roughly on his lip while he thinks about what to do for him. He can't do anything for him here, and Derek runs his hand over Stiles' chest. "Stiles? Please open your eyes." Derek says, softly.

Stiles blinks his eyes open slowly while he looks up at Derek, and he closes his eyes soon afterwards. Derek thinks that that's the best he can hope for, so he rubs Stiles' belly for a second before he moves to stand up. He makes sure that Stiles is in the shade and he's on his back flatly before he moves to go get some water, and start to gather more firewood for the fire. He hasn't lite the fire for the past few night since he figured that the smoke was bad for Stiles' lungs.