Stranded (Sterek AU)

Chapter Fourteen

There's an irritating beeping noise that's driving Stiles almost insane, he groans to himself while he slowly blinks his eyes awake. There's a bright light directly in front of him, and he sighs as he licks his dry lips. "Fuck. I'm dead. This is heaven. Why does heaven smell like disinfectant?" Stiles says, and he hears a soft chuckle that makes him try to turn his head.

"Easy, kid. You've been through a lot." Someone says, and Stiles turns his head slowly to look at a man around thirty looking down at him before smile at him. Stiles lifts his head up to rub his eyes while he gives him a curious look.

"Where am I? What happened?" Stiles asks, his throat is so dry. Stiles licks his lips again before he moves to lift his head up to look around to see where he is. The room looks like a hospital room, but there are several beds in this room, and Stiles has to lay back down before he starts to wheeze again. He can breathe clearly for the first time in what feels like forever, and he rubs his chest and he hums when it feels sticky.

"You're on a US Naval ship on it's way back to Sacramento, California." The man tells him, and Stiles hums as he shakes his head in some hope to clear it. "We found your friend in the middle of the ocean screaming at us with you on his back." He adds, and Stiles looks up at him before sitting up too quickly. He pulls on the IV's by accident, making him hiss involuntarily in pain, and he looks at the man.

"Where is my friend? Where is Derek?" Stiles asks, his chest hurting and the heart monitor connected to him giving away his fear. The man holds his arms up in surrender, and Stiles starts to cough some as he looks around the room for Derek as if he's been hiding in the corner or something this entire time. What if Derek went back, Stiles thinks.

"We had to sedate him after we got you since he didn't want to let you go. He almost bit me." The man says, and Stiles nods his head as he moves to lay back down on the bed.

"But he's here, right?" Stiles asks, and the man nods. "What's your name, man?" Stiles asks, and the man smiles at him while he moves to check Stiles vitals.

"I'm Dr. Isaac Lahey. You should probably tell me your name so we can get in touch with your family." Isaac says, and Stiles smiles as he carefully sets up. Stiles can't believe that he's going to see his father and Scott again, and it makes his heart ache in a good way.

"I'm Stiles." Stiles says, and before he can say his last name Isaac's eyes are widening as he moves to look at something on his computer.

"Stiles Stilinski?" He asks, and Stiles nods his head. "You have one determined father and best friend." Isaac says, turning his computer screen around to show Stiles the missing person flier. Stiles looks at it, it's a picture from his graduation, and he feels his eyes mist over. "You are loved, Mr. Stilinski." Isaac says, and Stiles smiles as he nods his head. He knows that he's loved, and he's glad that he was forgotten after he was gone.

"What's wrong with me? Am I okay?" Stiles asks, and Isaac moves to look at his chart that he made for him.

"Besides being dehydrated, slightly malnourished, and your lungs practically being closed you were in surprising good health for living on an island for almost four months. I did see some possible signs of skin cancer on your back, so when you get back you'll probably need to get those spots removed but right now they're harmless." Isaac tells him, and Stiles nods his head. "We'll be in port in about two days." Isaac tells him, smiling at him. Stiles nods his head while he moves to continue staring at the missing person filer that his best friend and father made for him.

"Where is Derek?" Stiles asks, and Isaac looks up from where he was checking Stiles' vitals for him. Stiles looks around again as if he could see him from his bed, and Isaac moves to call someone.