What goes up must come down

Part 12

Stiles POV
Today went fast, but tomorrow is just another day. Thank god it's the last time I am going to be staying in the same house as Derek. I realized at this point it's not even hate I have for him. It's just the fact that I can't have him. It makes me so mad. So mad that I don't want to see him, because if I do it makes me want him more and gives me a weird feeling. Not a lustful feeling, well I mean yeah a little bit but thats normal. This- whatever this is it's different. I know it's not the last day I'll ever see him, but...at least the last time I am kind of living with him. So that's.... great! Right? He's sleeping on the couch again, I can't say why. He's been acting a bit strange today. Hopefully I can sleep without him tonight. I tuck myself into bed and doze off.

(Next day)

Stiles POV
I had breakfast alone today, I tried waking Derek but I whimped out. I just figured he'd wake up and join me. 

Its almost 12:00 pm now. At this point I'll just push him off the couch. I walk over to the couch and look over his face, such a peaceful beautiful god. Too bad his face is about to meet the floor properly. I sigh and push him with all my strength. He falls yes, but you'd figure he'd wake up and land on his hands. Nope. Just slumped on the floor with a bang, all he did was roll over. 

Uh okay. I was standing straight, I take my phone out and hold it up to my ear, shit. I actually need to open and dial someone to be calling someone.

 I unlock my phone and call Deaton.

 "Yeah hey Deaton. Look uh I think there's something wrong with Derek" I say slightly panicked

 "What seems to be the problem?" He asked. 

How was I supposed to answer that? 'Oh it's probably nothing but when I decided to push him off the couch because he has been sleeping since yesterday he didn't wake up when he basically broke his nose and I don't know what to do about it.' 

I grimace, "Well he has been sleeping since yesterday, and I know what you're thinking, how is that important- well.. I thought it would be funny to attempt to push him off the couch because thats funny. But he rolled off the couch and broke his nose. There was no reaction at all. He's still unconscious, I doubt I could call it sleeping at this point. I don't think it's healing. I- you know what I should probably roll him over before he chokes on his nose blood" I splurge

I turn Derek to his stomach.

 "I suppose I should come and check him out. Just leave him on the floor if you can't get him on the couch, I should be over in a few."  he asserted

I thanked him and hung up. I looked down at him for a while, before raiding my fridge. I know I'm probably a horrible person for just writing it off but technically I didn't completely write it off. I mean, I am the one who pushed him off the couch and I doubt Derek is such a heavy sleeper that even his keen werewolf senses would just let him face plant.