There's this ache that starts at the back of his head and works it's way down his back, making the thought of opening his eyes something he doesn't want to do, but Stiles can hear the faint murmuring of voices and he's slowly realizing he doesn't remember going to bed.

"Hey, he's awake," Stiles can hear someone say, but his vision is blurry and it's painfully bright, but he can feel someone gripping his hand and without thinking, he squeezes back, trying to sit up, but there's another hand on his shoulder, coaxing him to lay back down.

"Stiles?" he hears someone breathe and again he tries to sit up, but someone is really set on keeping that from happening.

"I-Isaac," Stiles stumbles out, his eyes landing on a familiar face as his vision slowly starts to clear up, the familiar brown curls the first thing he sees and for a second his heart tries to crawl out of his throat, but he swallows down the initial shock, eyes scanning the room. "Where are w..." He trails off as he sees Scott right next to him, realizing he's been holding his hand this entire time as he notices the small smile on the betas face. But there's something that's starting to bother him. They're both smiling, but they're this underlying worry that settles into the lines on their face and there's this brief moment where Stiles has this terrible thought.

"Did I... are they...?"

"What? No!" Scott rushes, moving to reassure Stiles and Isaac can only step back, biting his lip as he watches Scott comfort Stiles.

"You fainted is all... The pregnancy has just taken its toll on your body..." Scott breathes as he guides Stiles' hand to his growing bump. "They're fine," He breathes and relief washes over Stiles as he lets out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding.

"Good..." Stiles breathes out, eyes focused on his swollen belly. He's so into his own world that he doesn't hear Deaton come into the room, doesn't realize that he's been in the vet clinic this whole time, though he doesn't really care. He's okay. His babies are okay. That's all he cares about.

"Stiles," Deaton begins and Stiles looks up at that, his smile slowly fading as he notices the tight frown that pulls at the corners of Deaton's lips as he looks at the teen. He starts speaking and it's like those movies where, the person gets really bad news, but the voices start to fade out and in the end all you hear is silence. Absolute and terrifying silence.

"You're very lucky... but I'm afraid the next time something like this happens, there's a very good chance you could miscarry," Deaton frowns and he wishes he could sugar coat, wishes there was a subtle way to beat around the bush, but this is the only way to help him to understand just how serious his situation is.

"The pregnancy isn't easy for werewolves, but with you being human it's especially more difficult. It's draining your body," Deaton adds, but Stiles isn't listening. Scott and Isaac can see this. Even Deaton can, but he has to tell him. Even if he isn't listening, he has to say it. With how close you are... To avoid another incident, it's best you keep movement to a minimal," Deaton breathes out, but Stiles still won't say anything because there is something that makes Stiles' throat thicken and his ears deaf.

Miscarry? He's gotten this far. With everything that's been happening, from Isaac to Scott. School and his dad and everything, He's handled it all, but that could easily have been for nothing? The suffering and pain he has endured could all be pointless in one second?

That one word: Miscarry. It was just a word, but it brought with it a hard reality that scared Stiles. He wasn't ready to be a parent, but he wasn't ready to give that chance up. Not this way.

"It's important you rest as much as possible. In fact, school at this point might not be possible," Deaton continues and Scott furrows his brows at that.

"What? He can't just not go to school. I mean he'll fail if he skips out- what about his dad," Scott rushes and Deaton frowns at that.

"Stiles," Deaton breathes out and his hand finds it's way to the teen's shoulder and for the first time, Stiles is looking at him, like it's their first time meeting and Deaton stares at him with this grim expression and Stiles can't help but feel dread. More bad news. He doesn't want any more bad news.

"Stiles, it's time to tell your dad," Deaton breathes and Stiles isn't sure if it could compare- no it can't, but that suggestion is almost as terrifying as the word miscarry.

"You can't hide it anymore. You need to tell him,"