Changing Patterns

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"Okay so- yeah." Scott answered through his phone. He'd answered a call from Deaton, apparently Scott had brought the beta girl back to the vets clinic and tied her up.

Scott ended the call and spun back around. He'd stood at the door and spoke. Derek was stood next to me, arms crossed as I sat up as much as I could in the bed. I hated hospitals, and their beds, and smells, and cleanness, and just hospitals. The only thing I could bare in the wretched place had to be Malissa. Besides that fact Scott spoke again.

"The girls been released, Deaton says she'd lost control or something and attacked stiles. He said he'll look more into it." The werewolf's voice was strained and presented as calm but I'd know him for years- I know better.

"Right well, you can tell me the whole truth later." I start as I toss the sheets off of my lower body and swing my legs over the edge of the bed. "Right know I'd like to leave."

Instantly Derek's hand was in front of me, trying to stop me as I already leaned forward to snatch my properties box from under the bed.

"Stiles. Give yourself some time to rest, to heal a little." His voice was demanding and I ignored it.

"I'd love too! At home." I deadpanned and placed the container box on the bed next to myself.

"Stiles," Derek started, a warning in his tone.

"Derek." I snapped back instantly. Scott know moving behind me and gently laying his hands on my shoulders. Derek's eyes follow the motion hesitantly.

"Maybe we should, I mean, go home." The alpha took my side only making the older growl and huff in annoyance. I roll my eyes.

"Look, I can't pay to spend very long here, it's already adding up, and honestly I'm not comfortable here. So I'm going home." My list draws Derek's attention. Scott adverting his gaze from me.

Derek finally nods and steps back, watching as I pull a shirt from my box and let the two back out of the room quickly. Derek hovers by the door a moment, speaking half quietly.

"It wouldn't matter. I've already pained for it." His answer to the hospital stay sent a shudder up my back. He'd payed for if? What so know I'm in his debt, know I'm causing problems for the pack financially. Shit.

When the door closes I quickly undress. Ready to rid myself of the paper bag and cover myself properly. Yanking off the cover and tossing it on the bed as I pull my boxers and pants from the container. I quickly pull on my lower clothing on and then pull out my t-shirt and jacket, although the jacket isn't exactly mine. Where had I seen it before- fuck if I know. I pulled both items on and fished for my socks and shoes. Fastening those on and gathering the miscellaneous other things in my box. Key, folded piece of paper, chapstick, phone, and wallet.

    I push myself to stand and start toward the door. Gently opening it and looking side to side, Derek and Scott stood at the end. They were talking to someone as I approached, stopping once reaching the two. The girl, the werewolf who'd attacked me stood sheepishly before them, I gripped Derek's arm and stepped behind him slightly at the sight. Scott I trust yes, but he's too nice, Derek's an asshole, he'd have a better/easier chance fighting her. By the time I'd grabbed Derek's arm the conversation had stopped, only catching the end of it. Scott looked nervous.