Stiles came to your house, he was shaking and shivering, and you lead him to your couch.

“Stiles are you okay?” You asked, clearly worried.

“Yeah, I don’t know I just can’t seem to get warm.”

You reached forward to touch him and he flinched back, sitting down.

“You’re in pain.” You whispered. Stiles shook his head, but you knew better.

“Tell me the truth.” You said gently.