Long lost friendship

Chapter 4

Jackson watches as Stiles is slowly squeezing his fist before relaxing it. They are currently at Stiles' physiotherapy appointment. It's his eighth appointment and Stiles range of motion in his arm and hand movements has gotten exponentially better. He's finally able to grip things and move his arm, instead of it hanging uselessly by his side.

"You still haven't told me how that talk with your family went." Stiles points out.

"Yes, I did." Jackson reminds.

Stiles rolls his eyes. "Yeah, you told me that you and your parents are at a better place after your talk, but you haven't exactly told me about the talk itself."

Jackson huffs.

This has been something they've done since Stiles' third appointment. Jackson has been coming to every single appointment and watching Stiles exercise his arm is painful to watch and painful for Stiles to do. So, at the appointments Jackson distracts Stiles by talking about everything and anything under the sun.

"There isn't much to tell. I came home after your accident, and they freaked out seeing me covered in blood. I told them it wasn't mine and that you had gotten into an accident. I told them about how you called me and apologised and explained your side of things and that it made me realise something. I then told them that I was sorry for being an ass for most of my life and that I loved them. They then broke down crying and brought me into a hug." Jackson summaries.

"I'm glad you and your parents are good again." Stiles smiles at him before squeezing his hand closed again and trying to hold on for as long as he can before releasing his grip.

"Yeah, well it's not all sunshine and rainbows, it's still so awkward. But speaking of my parents they want to invite you around for dinner again." Jackson informs.

"Ooh, is your mom cooking that pasta dish again? That was great." Stiles asks hopefully.

"Of course, she is, she knows how much you love it." Jackson rolls his eyes. "Now enough talking about me. Your turn. What's it like living with the Hale's?"

"Stiles why don't you move on to your next exercise and remember to..." The physiotherapist suggests before being interrupted.

"To not push it. I know Jenny." Stiles smiles at the woman.

Jackson watches as Stiles slowly tries to curl his arm so his hand is touching his shoulder. He only manages to make it a quarter of the way before his arm starts to tremble and he paces it back down flat against the table.

"It's been weird living with Derek, Peter and Isaac. They are always keeping an eye on me. I never get any privacy which sucks but at the same time it's nice that I always have someone taking care of me. Although I hate when they buy me things." Stiles grouses.

"Like the ramp." Jackson asks amused because he remembers the phone call he got from Stiles when the Hale's bought a ramp so that Stiles could be moved in and out of the house in his wheelchair.

"I only need the wheelchair for a few more weeks and then I get my cast off. It's such a waste of money." Stiles states.

"It gives you the ability to move into the house on your own without needing constant help." Jackson reminds.

"Well, what about the wheelchair itself? I didn't need an electric one when I'm only in this for week and not permanently." Stiles retorts.

"So that you have the ability to move yourself around and not need to lean on others to help you. Stiles we are all aware of how independent you are and if the Hale's hadn't bought you this stuff you would be feeling far worse than you currently do about your situation." Jackson points out.