Teen Wolf One Shots

Stiles is sick

Stiles Stilinski was sick.

Yeah, it was just a cold, but he was absolutely miserable. He couldn't breathe through his nose, his throat was on fire, his ears hurt like hell, his eyes were very watery, his cough rattled his ribcage, he had a terrible migraine, and he was going from hot to cold faster then you could say "Katy Perry".

He heard the door open and the sound of boots coming towards him as he rasped.

"I'm dying. Tell Issac that he needs to make my grave."

His father, Noah, who had come back with a tray containing a bowl of canned chicken noodle soup and several medications before leaving for work, chuckled slightly at his son's over exaggeration before responding.

"You have a cold, Kiddo. I'm pretty sure you're not dying on me today."

"You sure about that, Dad?" Stiles wheezed as the Sheriff nodded, placing the tray over Stiles' knees on his bed.

"Positive. If you need me, just send a text. I don't want you to lose your voice on top of this. All your meds are on that tray, and I want you to get some rest. You look like crap."

"Geez, thanks for the support, Dad." Stiles snorted before letting out a very deep cough, where you could practically hear the drainage in his system.

Noah ruffled his hair and kissed his forehead after making sure he was OK, before heading out of the room, muttering his goodbye as he turned out the light and closed the door, rushing to get to work on time.

...

"Stiles."

Stiles wrinkled up his nose as he felt someone poking it repeatedly to wake him up, to which he responded with his eyes closed, his voice practically gone.

"Stiles is dead, come back later."

"Stiles, sit up, now." The voice commanded as the teen opened his eyes and pushed himself up, staring straight at the former alpha.

"Hey, Sourwolf. What the hell are you doing breaking into my house, again?" Stiles rasped before he grabbed the tissue box off of his nightstand, pulled one out and sneezed, loudly, into it, making Derek look at him in disgust.

"Scott wanted me to check on you, said you didn't show up to school today, and I can see why. You look and sound like death."

"Thanks for telling me, you know. I had NO idea that I was as sick as a dog." Stiles snorted sarcastically as he pushed his covers off, suddenly feeling very hot, before Derek pulled them back over him. "Derek!" He yelled before coughing loudly.

"You're supposed to sweat out a fever, idiot. How high is yours anyway?"

"My Dad checked before he left for work and said it was 101.3." Stiles rasped.

Derek responded by grabbing the thermometer off the teen's nightstand and placing it in his mouth, leading Stiles to roll his eyes.

The two males sat there for a few minutes, Derek making sure Stiles didn't need anymore meds before it beeped and Derek pulled it out.

"It went up slightly. 101.5."

"Maybe cause you are smothering me!" Stiles yelled hoarsely before breaking into a coughing fit, making Derek immediately sit him up and pat his back gently.

"Get off of me, Derek." Stiles managed as the coughing slowed down to a stop.

Derek responded by getting off the bed and patting him on the shoulder.

"School's ending in a couple hours, and Scott said he's coming after he gets off of work with Lydia and Issac."

Stiles nodded, laying back down as he picked up his phone to text his Dad back that he was fine when he heard Derek leave through the window as he muttered to himself.