For you, a bit from Cagefighter’s next chapter
He closed the door behind him and padded across the room, knocking loudly on the door to be heard over the water. There was no response, so he called Derek’s name before poking his head around the frame.
Inside, Derek was curled up in a corner of the shower, the water coursing down the walls around him. His arms were tucked into the shelter of his drawn-up legs, his head bowed down, eyes closed. Even over the water, Stiles could hear his raspy, gasping breaths, see his sides heaving.
Stiles’ heart leapt into his throat as he hurriedly snatched up a huge, fluffy towel from the rack. The glass door was shut tight, but he managed to pry it open with numb fingers and shut off the water. It trickled to a stop, the last rivulets tracing down the stone tiles. Derek didn’t flinch, didn’t open his eyes or acknowledge Stiles in any way, the harsh sound of his breathing filling the new silence.