"Just wait out here, Stiles," Derek begs as he shoots into the room where my father is being held. "I'll be right out okay, and so will your dad."
I nod and take a seat in the desolate metal waiting chairs of the least comfortable value adjacent to a crying elderly woman. She looks somewhat familiar to me but I cannot put a finger on it exactly.
She looks over at me and wipes her tears off with her lace sleeve.
"Want a butterscotch candy, darling?" she offers.
I shake my head as to decline her generous offer and she fiddles with a seemingly homemade friendship bracelet on her wrist.
"That bracelet is lovely," I try to get her, and myself, out of our apparent nervous state.
She smiles at me. "My granddaughter made it for me. She's in that room," she points at the room next to my dad's. "Leukemia, poor baby.."
"I'm sorry."
"What about you, love?" she asks.
I sigh. "My dad's in there. Shot in the chest. He was the sherriff."
She frowns. "Is the sherriff," she corrects. "Don't you lose hope now. I'm sure there's a highly qualified surgeon looking after him."
I smirk. "Yeah, there sure is."
I know Derek will take care of my dad. I've only but known him for a simple week, and yet I feel like I trust him with my life- or better yet, my dad's life.
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Surgery
Romance-sterek- In which Stiles is undergoing a procedure after a car crash that killed his best friend and Derek is the attending physician who just can't help but care a little too much about his new patient
