Blood Traitor//Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 6; Hospitals are Never Fun

"Man, you're not gonna play if you're not here to start."

"I know. Look, if you see my dad, can you tell him- tell him I'll be there, I'll just be a little bit late, okay? All right, thanks." Stiles said to Scott over the phone as he, Luke and Derek sat in Stiles' jeep in the parking lot of the Beacon Hills Hospital. Luke and Derek looked at Stiles skeptically.

"You're not gonna make it." Derek deadpanned.

"I know."

"And you didn't tell him about his mom, either." Added Luke.

"Not till we find out the truth."

"By the way, one more thing." Derek hummed in an inconspicuous tone.

"Yea-" Luke cringed as Derek slammed Stiles' head against the steering wheel.

"Oh, God! What the hell was-"

"You know what that was for. Go. Go!" Stiles stumbled out of the car, Luke reluctantly following after Derek shot him a look.

"God damn it." Mumbled Stiles and a sharp stab of pain in Luke's abdomen.

"Can you stop that!" Luke snapped as he clutched the wound on his ribs. "There are so many other expressions that don't involve Go-" He choked, as if the word itself fought to not leave his mouth.

"I'm sorry." Stiles, seeing the state of the guy, apologized. Luke nodded and straightened again, regaining his composure.

"Let's just get this over with." He sighed as the two entered the hospital. It was unusually empty. The two began looking around, Stiles staying near the reception and Luke wandering deeper into the building, relying on his hearing to check on Stiles, who was talking to Derek over the phone.

"Yeah, I said we can't find her." Said Stiles.

"Look, ask for Jennifer. She's been looking after my uncle."

"Yeah, well, he's not here either." Said Stiles and Derek frowned.

"What?"

"He's not here. He's gone, Derek."

"Stiles, get out of there right now- it's him! He's the Alpha! Get out!" Cold sweat ran down Luke's back as he began sprinting back to Stiles.

"You must be Stiles." Silky smooth voice hummed, tone pleasantly fake. Luke stumbled to a stop in front of Stiles, pulling him further away from the scarred face of Peter Hale. Hiss left Luke's throat before he could stop it.

"Hello, Lucien."

"Don't call me that."

"What are you doing here? Visiting hours are over." A voice spoke behind them and they snapped their heads around, meeting the coldly shining eyes of a nurse, who was smiling at them with a grin that reminded Luke of the Cheshire Cat.

"You- and him. You're- you're the one who- Oh, my- and he's- Oh, my God, I'm gonna die." Stiles grabbed at his head, face scrunching up in fear.

"You're not gonna die." Luke said resolutely, eyes flashing back and forth between the two foes. That's when Derek ran in, elbowing the nurse in the face.

"That's not nice. She's my nurse."

"She's a psychotic bitch helping you kill people. Get out of the way."

"Oh, damn." Sighed Stiles as he slid down to the floor. Luke just stepped closer to the wall, his gaze never leaving Peter.

"You think I killed Laura on purpose? One of my own family? My mind, my personality was literally burned out of me. I was being driven by pure instinct." Peter hummed, his eyes drifting to the vampire. Derek took the opportunity to lunge forward, but the older man just slammed him into the wall. Luke turned to Stiles and began to push him away.