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Can you do an imagine where the pack all gets sick, like slowly then all at once not knowing what to do because they haven’t been sick in a while so they all meet at Derek’s loft to see what's going on, but its nothing fatal so they wait it out and then Liam and the reader get all cute and stuff?
“And I had no clue what to do, so I just guessed, so I’m sure I-” You stopped and looked at Liam, who clearly wasn’t listening. He was staring at the ground, a nauseous look on his face. His usual clear complexion looking paler than usual, and slightly green. “Liam are you okay?” You asked him.
“Hm?” He stuttered, looking up.
“I asked if you were okay…” You repeated. “You look kinda sick.”
“Na, I’m okay.” He tried to smile.
“Maybe you should go home…” You told him. “You really don’t look good.”
“I’m fine, Y/N.” He insisted.
You studied him once more, then decided not to argue with him. “Okay. Let’s go to English then.”
“Alright.” He agreed, grabbing his books and following you down the hall.
As you sat in your desk while the teacher talked, you couldn’t bring yourself to listen, your focus was more trained on Liam.
Every once and while you would glance at him. He seemed to be looking worse every minute. He rubbed at his neck while coughing, and you felt genuinely worried for him. And then half way through the class, he was asleep, head rested on his desk. And that’s the way he stayed.
When the bell rung, signalling the end of your third class, you watched as the rest of the class got up, and filed out of the classroom, while Liam stayed, sleeping soundly on his desk.
You walked over to your best friend, and sighed, a small smile growing on your face. He looked adorable. You couldn’t help but think how nice it would be to wake up next to that in the morning. There was no denying the massive crush you had on Liam.
You reached out and rested your had on his forehead, feeling the burning surface. Seconds later, he was awake, and taking hold of your hand. He grabbed your small wrist in his large hand, and you felt tingles fill the contacted skin. You nearly gasped, but you stopped yourself.
“You’re burning up, Liam.” You told him. “Go home, get some rest.”
“Maybe I will…” He finally gave in.
“Good choice. I’ll walk you to the nurses office.” You offered.
“No, go to class. I’ll be okay. I’ll call my mom.” He tried to smile once again, and your heart ached for the sick boy.
“Okay,” You nodded. “Feel better, Li.” You smiled, walking out of the classroom.
As the rest of the day passed on, you found yourself wanting to text Liam, just to make sure he got home okay, but you stopped yourself, knowing that he most likely did, and was probably sleeping now. When the bell finally rang, you nearly jumped out of your seat, excited to get home yourself.
When you got to your locker, the first thing you heard was a chorus of coughs coming from a couple lockers down, you looked innocently, noticing the culprit was Scott…
“Scott you okay?” You asked.
“Yeah I’m good,” He tried to push a grin the same way Liam did, but failed.
“Are you sure? You don’t seem alright. Liam went home earlier today because he wasn’t feeling good as well.” You explained.
“Really?” Scott asked. “That’s strange. We don’t usually get sick… I don’t know what’s happening.”
“You think this could be something supernatural?” You asked.
“Yeah, this has never happened.” He replied. “I’m gonna call Deaton.”
You nodded. “Good idea.” You watched as he held the phone to his ear, mumbling a series of words that you couldn’t exactly make out.
He hung up and you raised your eyebrows at him, “He doesn’t know what it is, but Derek’s got it too. He was there a half hour ago.”
“Oh man,” You furrowed your eyebrows. “Should I go and tell Liam?”
“Can you call him? Derek wants to meet at his loft in a couple minutes, I’ll drive you over. I’m gonna call Stiles and tell him to bring Malia too.”
You pulled your phone from your pocket and dialled Liam’s number. His groggy voice answered the other end of the line, and you smiled. “Hey Liam, can you meet the pack at Derek’s in a couple minutes? It’s important. Everyone is sick.”
“Yeah,” He replied. “I’ll be there soon.”
You nodded and hung up the phone, Scott flicked his head towards the door, and you followed him over to Stiles’ Jeep where they were waiting for you, a pale Malia in the passenger seat, and a worried Stiles beside her. The two of you hopped in, and Stiles wasted no time in speeding towards Derek’s.
You patiently looked out the window. There was a large pit of worry in your stomach. What if this was something bad? What if it was fatal? What if Liam was dying?
You looked at Scott, his head was rested on the window, eyes closed, his breathing even. The same for Malia. Light snores escaped her open mouth.
“You’re thinking it too, aren’t you?” Stiles’ voice startled you.
You knew what he meant. “Yeah. Of course I am.”
“It’s hard not to.” He commented. “What if they die?
“I know. They’ve gone up against the enemy so many times, and faced death so many times, It’s never even crossed my mind that they could go to something as stupid as a sickness. I always thought that if one of them did die, they would go fighting, knowing they’re life was at stake, ya know?”
“Like Allison?” Stiles’ whispered.
“Yeah,” You answered. “Like Allison.”
There was a few more moments of silence before Stiles’ spoke again. “Liam.” He stated. “Do you love him?”
Your eyes widened, and you nearly choked. No.Was the first thing that came to your mind. But it was no use lying to Stiles. This was a question he already knew the answer to.
“Yes.” You replied.
Stiles did nothing but smile, and for a moment you did too.
The Jeep pulled up in front of the big building, and you gently tapped Scott’s shoulder. He woke with a start, and then a cough, and muttered a thanks, before getting out of the Jeep.
You followed the three up to Derek’s loft to meet with him and Deaton, they were already waiting, standing against a table when you walked in the door.
Derek might have looked the worst out of all, his skin was sickly pale. He looked weak, as if he were barely living.
Stiles smiled at this, “Hey Derek,” He chirped, “Wanna arm wrestle? I bet I’ll beat ya now.”
There was no reaction, Stiles just spent a minute laughing at his own joke, and Derek glared at him.
You heard the door open behind you, and you immediately turned around, knowing who it was.
Liam shuffled in, grey and tired as ever, and your heart ached for him.
He stood on the other end of the line beside Scott, and you stomach sunk a tiny bit, as little of a deal as this was, you kind of wanted him to stand beside you.
“As you all know, sickness is not a common encounter for wolves. Most wolves go their whole lives without experiencing it, but no, it’s not impossible. What you all have is a virus called the ‘rapaces flu’, its a flu not known among men, only among the supernatural. As all of you are wondering, it is not fatal.”
You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding, and looked at Liam, he was already looking at you, but when you met eyes, he looked away.
“It is highly contagious though, so to prevent the spread to other wolves, like Brett, or Satomi’s pack, I recommend you all stay here, and wait it out. It will be gone in 8-10 hours.” Deaton nodded, and headed for the door.
A few exchanges were made, but mostly everyone went straight for a couch. Derek was in his bed, Malia sprawled out on the recliner, and Liam was laying on the couch. Scott made a bee line for the love seat beside the door.
You smiled a little, and lifted yourself onto the table, and rested your back against the wall. Stiles came and sat beside you, and for two hours, while everyone slept, you and him exchanged pointless conversations, played countless games of x’s and o’s, and threw things at Scott while he slept.
“I’m kinda tired too,” Stiles yawned.
You smiled at him, and nodded your head towards Malia. He grinned and made his way over there, laying down on the recliner with her.
You decided to move too. You walked over to the couch, and looked at Liam, he was sleeping soundly. You sat down on the edge, and felt his forehead. Ice cold. You winced and felt grabbed his hand, ice cold.
This awoke, him and he moaned a little, making you almost lose your mind.
“You’re warm,” He said groggily. He caught your hand and held it for a moment, before running his own up your arm and to your neck. “It’s freezing in here.” He said.
“No, you’re just sick.” You giggled.
“Lay down,”
Your eyes widened. What did he just say? What did he just tell you to do?
“Huh?” Was all you were able to get out.
He laughed a little, his hand sliding down to your waist, pulling slightly. “I said lie down, you’re so warm.”
“O-okay.” You mumbled, laying down. Your back was to his chest now, and he immediately wrapped his arm around you, wasting no time in getting close.
He nestled his head into the crook of your neck, and stayed there for a couple seconds. “You smell good,” He mumbled.
Shit. You thought. He was just stringing you in deeper. You’re already in love with him, and here he goes, saying all this stuff and making you think that maybe, just maybe, he likes you too, but he doesn’t. And you know that. Because it’s Liam.
“I’m gonna go,” You say, getting up, tears filling your eyes. You didn’t need to lay here and be led on. It would hurt too much when he went back to flirting shamelessly with other girls tomorrow.
Liam furrows his eyebrows and pulls you back down effortlessly. “Don’t leave,” He begs.
You huff and wipe your tears quickly, hoping he wouldn’t notice. But of course he did.
“Y/N,” He said, “Look at me,”
“Huh?” You said again. Famous last words.
“Face me, now.” He demanded, not sounding sick anymore.
You groaned in annoyance, not wanting to let him see you cry, but you turned your laying body to face him any way.
He looked at you, eyes filled with concern. “Why are you crying?”
You didn’t say anything. You just avoided eye contact with him.
“Y/N,” He said again. “Tell me,”
You just shook your head. “No.”
He didn’t respond to this. He surprisingly reached up, and wiped the tears from your face. Then even more surprisingly, he kissed your cheek softly.
You shook your head again, “Don’t,” You said, pushing him away softly.
He furrowed his eyebrows. “What are you-”
You cut him off. “Don’t do that. Don’t act like you like me. Because you don’t. Don’t pretend like I’m your girlfriend, because I’m not, and it’s just going to hurt me in the end, so don’t do it.” You say, tears falling from your eyes.
Liam was appalled. He just stared at you for a couple seconds.
“I’m gonna go,” You said, again, but, again, Liam pulled you down. His time differently.
He yanked so hard that you fell on to him, connecting your lips. Your kisses you long, and passionate, and when you pull away, the wind is knocked out of you.
“What if I do like you though?” He said, out of breath, “And what if I want you to be my girlfriend?”
You just stare at him for a second. “Then I guess you can do that,”
This time, it’s softer, his arms wrap around you, and his lips attach themselves to yours softly. “I’ve loved you for so long,”
“Me too, Li.” You smile at him.