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Stiles was not a happy person he has a migraine and was sick at his stomach. He lay on his bed trying not to cry from the pain. He could barely move with out hurting so Stiles did the one thing he'd always done on days like this. He took the migraine medicine and something for his stomach and let him fall into sleep knowing he wouldn't be aware of the wakening world for the next 12 hours or so. He knew his dad was aware that he was sick and would be able to take care of himself. Before he let himself surcome to the darkness he wondered briefly how the pack would function with out him. It wasn't like the appreciated all he did to keep the den clean and them fed and taken care of. A small fear leaked into his mind thinking when he woke up he would realize how little they actually needed him. He didn't get a chance to dwell on the thought as he finally fell into sleep. If only he knew the chaos and disaster he would miss and wake up to find.