!!!Warning, there will be a mention and diagnosis of bulimia, do not read if you will get triggered by this!!!
Talia grabbed her son, telling him to calm down.
"Derek, I need you to calm down, Stiles is okay he is just sleeping."
"Mom, I can't do this, it is all of my fault that he is hurt." Derek says as tears start coming out of his crystal blue eyes.
"Derek, he is not hurt at all, he is just sleeping. Deaton said that he passed out from all of his emotions flowing through him. The regular doctors say it was because of the surprise physical contact when Scott grabbed him."
At this point Derek has shifted back into human form, silently crying against his mother's shoulder. Melissa has noticed Derek's dismay, so she grabs a unmarked syringe that she started carrying with her, ever since her son told her about the supernatural world, and stabbed it into Derek's gaunt, tense neck. She then pressed the plunger on the syringe down, pushing into Derek's neck some mildly dangerous wolfs bane and human sedative. She had realized that the supernatural beings needed some extra something so that they will stay knocked-out longer. Once her son was injected she almost ripped out Melissa's throat(LOL the family resemblance).
Luckily Scott growled, before he entered the room, silencing Talia. This gave Melissa enough time to explain that Derek needs to rest, and that all of his freaking out will slow the process of healing. Also the fact that he greatly needs to gain some weight, and that the test results stated that he has not ate in a month.
After Melissa told Talia this Talia broke down. Just as Talia broke down Scott entered the room:
"What is going on mom?"
"It is okay honey, I just needed to explain to Talia that her son needs to be put under so that he can heal and gain some weight. I did inject him without warning, I just didn't want to get hurt."
Talia
"But I have been seeing him eat, He has eaten with me every meal."
Melissa
"Well the tests are showing that he is extremely malnourished, and hungry. If he was not a wear wolf I would say that he would be in the ICU."
"Where is all the food going then?"
"Give me a second," Melissa then opens Derek's mouth and looks back into his throat, what she sees is scarring and irritation, "I am afraid to say that he has Bulimia."
"But werewolves can not get sick."
"Well, Talia, this is a metal disorder, and I believe Derek's case is caused from a major feeling of shame, doubt, sorrow, and loss."
"But the only thing that has happened like what you described is... when Paige died..."
Talia then starts to cry, Melissa then grabs Talia and holds her. She knows being a single mother can be hard.
"What have I done wrong, I should have noticed that Derek has been acting and looking different lately."
"Don't worry, when he wakes up we will help him. I have informed Dr. Deaton of the current situation of both of them, he will be checking in regularly. The next time should be in about half an hour. Feel free to go get terrible hospital food and rest."
"I will, thank-you so much Melissa."
30 Minutes or so later
Deaton
"Well Melissa, they both seem I pretty good shape, slightly better than when I first saw them. We need to wake up Talia."
"Why Deaton?"
"Well Derek's problem is much deeper than physical, it is as deep as his soul"
To be continued...
I will try to write more, but my best ideas come up at 12 in the morning, and I have not been sleeping so well. I will try to update everyday. There will be 1 more week when I will not be able to update everyday. But I will tell you people more information when that week arises. Please point out any and all grammatical errors. Can someone make me a cover for the book with Derek and Stiles in a hospital bed together, cuddling. Sadly I have no artistic skill, only writing and playing the trumpet and baritone.
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