Fighting for the Beginning *TW And The Originals Crossover*

Stiles, are you okay?

At two o'clock in the morning, I got a call from Stiles. He sounded really sick and he was crying. I asked what was wrong and all he said was that he felt sick and weak.

"Who else did you call?" I asked.

"No one. Just you," he groaned.

"Do you want me to come over?"

"Can I come to you?"

"Sure, but you shouldn't be driving while you're sick. I'll go pick you up."

"But you don't have a car."

"Shoot! I forgot about that. I'll just walk over there and take you back in the jeep."

"Okay."

"See you when I get there."

I got up quickly and ran downstairs. I put my slippers on and didn't bother to get dressed or do my hair. When I got outside, I started running to Stiles' house. It took me about a half an hour to get there because I got tired halfway and stopped to take a breath or two...million. Stiles and I are quite alike when it comes to sports. Cheer leading isn't that bad for me, but running really takes a toll on me.

When I got to Stiles' house, he was outside. I helped him up and we walked to the jeep. He passed me the keys and I started driving after we put our seatbelts on.

After we got to my house, I parked the jeep quickly and got out. I helped Stiles go into my house and walk up the stairs to my room. We tried to be really quiet because Jackson was sleeping. My dad isn't here, so Jackson was the only one we had to worry about.

We went into my room and I shut the door. I helped Stiles to my bed and noticed that he was starting to sweat a lot.

"Where's your dad?" I asked as I tucked him in.

"He's working a case," he answered.

"Okay. Don't worry about it. I'll tale care of you. He should focus on the case."

"I feel nauseous, Chrissie."

"I'll go get you some medicine and a bucket to throw up in."

I walked out of my room and walked down the stairs. I went to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom and grabbed some medicine for Stiles. Next, I got a bucket in a closet and a water bottle. I walked back upstairs and to my room. Right when I put the bucket down on the floor in front of Stiles, he leaned over and threw up. I looked away and the smell of the puke filled the room. Gross.

When he stopped throwing up, I gave him the water and medicine. He took the medicine and apologized for puking.

"It's not your fault that you're sick. Throwing up is normal. Don't apologize for it," I said as I rubbed his forehead. Sweat got all over my hands and it was gross. I wiped it on his shirt and he laughed.

"You should sleep now. Get some rest. I'll make you and Jackson some breakfast in the morning," I said as I smiled at him.

"Thanks. I appreciate this. No one else would take care of me and I don't want my dad to stay home just to do it."

"It's no problem at all. Goodnight."

"Night."

I walked over to a beanbag that was in a corner in my room. I laid down on it and put a blanket over me. My eyes closed and I fell asleep almost instantly.

In the morning, I woke up to the sound of Stiles throwing up. I opened my eyes and saw him holding the bucket with his head inside it. I walked over to him and rubbed his back. When he finished, his breath smelled really bad.