It hurt, but no worse than the many times he'd broken bones and that one time he'd snapped his spinal cord. The more he drank, the more Derek felt sick. He felt like his head was spinning and it started to hurt. He put his hand on Stiles' forehead and pried him off, his strength enough to pull Stiles' teeth through his flesh and out the other side. He put his hand down to stop the bleeding.

"That's enough," he snapped and wrenched himself away, turning his back on him.