While Derek decided to go to a party, you decided to stay home, and it was the most stupidest thing you had ever done in your entire life. Well, besides dating him in general.

He got drugged. Got drugged real bad. Whatever some woman or a man served him, and you were certain it was a drink, it was spiked with something he would need to recover from for a couple of days. Unfortunately for you, the withdrawal process started, and now you’re holding a handful of his hair while he throws up, sobbing about how stupid he was to be so naive. He was, you won’t deny.

After a whole minute of silence passed, only interrupted by Derek’s labored breathing, you shook him softly, only to hear a grumble in the answer. “Fuck off, I’ll deal with it on my own...” he mumbled exasperatedly, resting on you with his back turned to you, blankly and silently staring at the ceiling.