A Traveling Love

Chapter Eleven

Derek ate and Derek slept. Although the nightmares were worse than ever, he made do. He even watched a game or two with Jordan on the TV. The sheriff never visited again and Derek heard no news of or from Stiles.

He knew that Stiles was listening to him and giving Derek space and he knew that he would have to make the first move, but he wasn't ready. Not yet.

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Stiles had moved himself and Roxy to his parents house. He couldn't handle his old, empty bedroom by himself. And he wanted to spend time with his mom before... well. It was like being a teenager again.

The posters that were plastered on the walls made him remember his childhood and made him mourn the loss of his friends. He knew that Scott was only a call and a long drive away but the rest he lost track of over the years. Three years back he had gotten a Christmas card from Heather and her new husband and baby and he knew that Lydia had moved to New York with Jackson.

He was alone in his new, but old room once again. He thought of Derek often. Derek had been his best friend and he liked to think that he still was. Even if Derek didn't feel the same, couldn't Stiles still like him? One way relationships only last so long, thought Stiles.

He had tried to drive to the deputies house that was providing Derek with a home but his dad had stopped him. The sheriff had told Stiles to just give Derek time. Who knew time could hurt so much?

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Derek's body was aflame with pain. It felt like a tight band had been secured around his chest as his breathing became light and fast. He had just woken up from a dream- nightmare- and Jordan had yet to check on him. Now Derek couldn't even move from the bed. When several hacking coughs ripped through his body, Derek knew what was happening.

Heart attack.

He tried to reason that he was just having a panic attack, maybe, but when Jordan entered the room to find Derek holding his chest and moaning, he called 9-11. That's when Derek knows that this is real.

He can remember the bright flashing lights of the ambulance but he also remembers the feeling of his chest being ripped in two pieces. That's when everything went black.

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Stiles gets the call at four am. A nurse told him that a Derek Hale had been admitted to Beacon Hills Memorial earlier that night and that Stiles was his next of kin. Stiles asked with dread, what had happened.

"Well, Mr. Hale seemed to have a heart attack. It was supposedly brought on by stress. Although his symptoms of the actual attack are about gone, you might want to come down to the hospital." Stiles had told her that he would be there in ten minutes when in reality it was a twenty minute drive. Derek's life was worth getting a ticket for.

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter and the (sort of) cliffhanger. ;) please comment what you think. Even criticism can be good sometimes.