Derek's POV

Great now we have two members of the pack infected, Jackson is a wreck over Stiles, and our pack is falling apart.

Stiles is nearing the end of the second stage it seems like. He is awake for longer and asleep for shorter amounts of time.

Liam has just started the second stage. How does this disease even spread that fast. He was literally infected yesterday. He blacked out and hasn't woken up yet. It's been at least 10 hours. It only took Stiles two to wake up the first time.

Jackson hasn't left Stiles side. He hasn't eaten, slept, or even taken a shower in like 3 days. That may not sound that bad, but we're werewolves. Hygiene gets bad fast.

Scott has been really worried. He's the alpha. I bet he feels responsible because they are in his pack. He thinks he should be able to protect them. I know this because this is how I felt with Isaac, Erica, and Boyd. It killed me when Erica and Boyd died. Isaac is still alive but he took the liberty of being in Scott's pack instead of mine. It does make sense though seeing as I am no longer an alpha.

Lydia's POV

Stiles is only getting worse. I can't take it. Now Liam too. The baby of the pack. Jackson has been taking it really hard. I feel really bad for him. I wish that there was something I could do to help him. All I can do for now though, is be there for all of them and try to help as most as I possibly can.

Deaton's POV

I have been looking through every file I have. It's no use. There isn't a single thing in any of my books that is similar, and I have a lot of books. There should be something.

Scott has been updating me since they started looking. Apparently Stiles has had it for about three days, and is getting worse. Also according to Scott, Liam had just acquired the disease. It seems as if apparently Liam has just entered the second stage where as Stiles is just about to enter the third. Stiles is moving through the stages too fast. I don't think there is much hope to save him if he keeps moving at this rate.

I can't be of any help to them as of now. I wish I could be more help, but I can't even leave my clinic. There has been an emergency quarantine since the disease has spread even more. It's affecting people by the minute, maybe even by the second. This is not just some disease as the ones who don't have it are saying. This one spreads faster and kills more rapidly than any disease I've seen through my entire lifetime. Trust me I have lived a long time. If this is what it's doing to people then there might not be a cure to stop it. We might just be trying to fix the inevitable.

Stiles POV

It's getting worse I can feel it. I am no longer in the second stage, I have dreadfully entered the third.  The pack doesn't know this yet, and I don't plan on telling them. I'm probably in too much pain to tell them anyway. I feel achy everywhere, all throughout my body, and I have a feeling that it's only going to get worse as time goes on.

Liam has recently been placed next to me in a chamber identical to mine. He is already in the second stage and drifts in and out of consciousness every few hours or around there. We talk when he is awake. When the pain has subsided enough for me to talk, even if it is only a little bit.

Jackson has barely left my side during the past 3 or 4 days that I have been here. I had to force him to freshen up. Even when I begged him though he was still hesitant to leave me. I know he's sweet but I can't exactly hide my pain if he's always watching me. Sometimes I even have to pretend that I have passed out to make it more believable. It's not that hard though. To lie to him I mean. The thought of lying to him any more really kills me, but fooling him isn't really that hard.

"Hey Stiles are you okay?" Scott asks as he walks into the room. I move my head painfully to the side to see him looking at me concerned. I tried to pretend I had just woken up, but he wasn't buying it.

"Stiles you aren't in the second stage anymore are you?" He knows. Oh my god he totally knows. I painfully shake my head no. He looks disappointed.

"How long have you been in the third stage Stiles?"
"About a day." He looks so sad. Man I should have told him. What kind of best friend am I?

"Does anyone know? Does Jackson know about this?" I shake my head painfully. Man every movement hurt.

"He has to. Stiles we have to know if you're progressing. This thing is killing you." Those five words immediately made me feel guilty.

"Scott I'm sorry." I try to tell him but he just walks away.

About five minutes later the pack comes in. Jackson looks really upset.

"Stiles why didn't you tell anyone? Actually I mean why didn't you tell me?" He was really disappointed in me. I could tell.

"I'm so sorry I just didn't want you guys to worry any more than you've already been. It's my fault and I just want this to all be over."

Jackson's POV

"What do you mean by want this all to be over?" I was seriously worried now.

"I mean I just want to be put out of my misery. I just want it all to be over. Like god just take me already." There were tears threatening to fall. I couldn't let them though. I had to be strong for him.

"Everyone leave." That was Lydia. Lydia wanted all of us out. I didn't want to leave Stiles though. Not alone. Not again. I can't.

Scott pushed me out though. No matter how much I resisted he just kept pushing.

Finally we were outside the room. I crumpled to the floor and started crying. I didn't care how I looked anymore. I had to get it out.

I was honestly surprised when I found Scott wrapping his arms around me. What had I done to deserve this?

"I'm so scared. I can't lose him. He's all I have left." Now I was bawling and confessing everything. Who was I becoming?

"Jackson he's strong he'll be fine. We just have to hope and pray for him." He pulled away and looked me straight in the eyes.

"Everything will be fine. Stiles and Liam will make it through the. They are some of the strongest people I have ever met." I nodded in agreement and wiped the tears from my face.

After about a minute I stood up. Regaining my confidence in both Stiles and myself.

Then I heard something I never wanted to hear.

A cough.

Lydia's POV

"Everyone leave." I demanded. I needed to speak with Stiles alone. Who knows when I would get another chance.

Scott had to pretty much drag Jackson out of the room. I could hear Jackson crying as soon as he was completely out of the room. I approached the still crying and in pain Stiles slowly.

"Hey. How you holding up in there?" I asked him.

"I'm just in a giant glass chamber waiting for the nice pleasure of death to take me and I am in excruciating pain. But other than that I'm doing great. Thanks for asking." My God. How could he be so sarcastic in a time like this? That's Stiles though.

"Stiles you aren't going to die. Well figure it out just like we always do. You'll be fine." Oh my god now I know how Jackson feels. It is really hard to keep yourself together. Especially standing right in front of him.

"Lydia stop it. I'm sick, and I'm dying. So is Liam. We are both going to be dead by the end of the month. Maybe not Liam since he is supernatural but definitely me. I am sorry but it's going to happen." I was crying now. So was he. I knelt down at his bedside and pressed my head against the glass.

"Just promise me one thing." I nodded and he told me. I was crying by the end of it.

Then he started coughing. Really hard and it didn't stop.

Okay and that's where I am going to leave you. Sorry about the cliffhanger. Not. You'll just have to wait and see.

Who do you want to get sick next.

Jackson

Allison

Malia

Scott

Derek

Lydia

Isaac

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- Kayla