Open Wounds

Chapter 2

~Derek~

"Stiles?" I asked quickly.

He looked up as fast as he could.

"I-I'm fine" He put on a obviously fake smile. "Keep talking"

"Stiles if you don't feel good we can go, I mean you just got out of the hospital" Scott said with concern.

"I'm fine" Stiles said quickly.

Isaac, Scott and I turned and continued on our conversation. Truth is, he's not fine, not really. He hasn't eaten in days, I mean he wants to, he's starving I can hear his stomach right now. But these past few days he can't keep anything down. He's having panic attacks more often again, god and he smells like depression, desperation and anxiousness... and not to mention the cuts on his legs... Very old and very new ones. He doesn't think I seen them... He's only 17! I mean he's been though so much... with his mom... and all this... it takes a toll on you. Stiles started to stumble backwards. He was about to fall but Isaac managed to catch him.

"You sure you're fine?" He asked.

Stiles nodded and tried to stand back up, only to fall again. He eventually stood up and began to look around the room.

"What? What are you looking for?" I asked with concern in my voice.

He ran to the bathroom without a word. We all followed him and seen him began to vomit yellow liquid into the toilet. He had tears in his eyes. He stood back up as he flushed the toilet but the smell still stayed.

"I'm going to call 911!" Scott screamed.

"No! I'm calling!" I said louder as I pulled out my phone quickly and dialed the number.

*****

We sat impatiently in the waiting room. Melissa walked into the room and I stood up as fast as possible.

"He needs sleep badly so we put him under, and... we needed to pump out his stomach, it looks like he took to much of something, all the medication he's taking we can't tell for sure if it was on purpose or not..." Scott looked at his mom quickly.

"You think he tried to kill himself!?" Scott questioned his mom loudly.

"I don't know! Okay? I can't tell for sure..." She sighed.

"Mom, you know Stiles, he'd never do that!" Scott tried to defend his bestfriend for years.

"Okay, I know, but we need to look at this in a medical view... I can't look at it as his bestfriend's mom okay? I have a job, Scott... Look, I need you to tell me everything about his health these past few days" She said quickly, sounding worried.

"He's having panic attacks again" I said quickly.

"Not eating" Isaac added.

"Acting... different" Scott whispered.

My heart skipped a beat, did he know too?

"How?" Melissa looked up from her notes and at her son.

"Less energetic... more... anxious" Scott thought.

"Okay... I'll be right back okay? I have to go check on him" Melissa quickly walked away.

Scott walked up to me, "What do you know?" He growled.

"Nothing" I lied quickly backing away.

"I heard your heart while I was talking, you know something!" He screamed.

Isaac pulled him away, "Scott calm down, there's people here..." He whispered.

Should I tell them? I thought to myself... Stiles would hate me...