Distance [Derek Hale]

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Opening her eyes, her brows furrowed as she saw the white ceiling above her. "Margo?" She heard and her brows furrowed as she rolled her head over to see Melissa walking forward. She was in her hospital scrubs and it was then did she realise she was lying in a hospital bed, "Hey sweetheart," she called out.

"W-what happened?" Her mouth felt dry and everything felt wrong. There was a faint pain in her stomach but it didn't feel as bad as it could have been.

"You got mauled by one of the alphas. It's been sewn up, there's no permanent damage, there's no internal damage either, although it was pretty dirty when we got to it so you just have to look out for any signs of infection. You were quite lucky. You're going to be okay kid," Melissa assured and Margo nodded, "you can go home in a couple of hours. You're dads just getting a coffee, he should be back any second now," she added on and Margo nodded again.

"Derek-"

"He's alive." Feeling some relief flood through her, she allowed herself to relax in the bed.

It was seconds later when Stilinski pushed open the door and his eyes fell upon his eldest daughter with some relief flooding through them. "Oh my god Mal," he muttered walking over and picking up her hand, "what the hell happened? Who did this to you?"

"I don't know," she countered but the reality was she knew exactly who did it. All the memories of when she was conscious enough to understand what was going on were flickering through her mind. "My car...I didn't know which beer you wanted but it's in the back seat of my car," she managed to say and Noah shook his head breaking out in a smile.

"I don't care about the beer Mal," he mused, "I care about the fact that my daughter was attacked...for the second time in the same year," he reminded and she sighed.

"Well I care, it cost money," she scoffed and he chuckled moving to wipe away some of the hair which had gotten in her face, "where's Stiles?"

"He's okay," he assured and she nodded, "let's just focus on you now."

Stabbing the cake in front of her angrily, she had her focus entirely on the food. Derek had disappeared, something she understood, what she didn't understand was why Cora, Peter, and Stiles were all in the loft. Stiles had originally dropped her off so she got that but the question was why was Peter there? He seemed to turn up at the most random of moments and for no reason other than the fact he was bored. Everything hurt now that the anaesthetics had worn off and she was left just feeling the effects of being mauled by a psychotic werewolf. She was angry because she might have an infection due to the fact the said werewolf didn't understand basic hygiene.

"-They were there for two days, waiting. Hiding. That's what we're taught to do when the Hunters find us-- hide and heal," Cora explained to Stiles and he looked over to Cora impatiently.

"Okay, so, is two days standard, then, or are we thinking Derek's on, like, some extended getaway?" He asked and Cora scoffed as she turned to look at him. Peter was lying back on the sofa enjoying a slice of the leftover cake as he usually did.

"Why do you care?"

"Why do I care? Let's see...Because over the last few weeks: my best friend's tried to kill himself; my sister got mauled by an alpha for leverage; his boss nearly got ritually sacrificed; a girl that I've known since I was three was ritually sacrificed; Boyd was killed by Alphas... I... Do you want me to keep going? 'Cause I can, all right? For, like, an hour." He explained and all three of them looked at him.

"You think Derek can do anything about that?" Cora asked.

"Well, since he's the one everyone seems to be after, it's more like he should do something about it, yeah."