Sour wolf and Sarcasm (Sterek)

Derek paced up and down the living room in his old burnt house, that lay hidden deep into the woods. He had just received a call from Melissa, Scott's mom, reporting that Stiles had been rushed to hospital after being viciously attacked by, what looked like, a wolf...

Derek quickly made his mind up and ran out to his car, jumped in, and attempted to start it. "Aw crap" he sighed. He had forgot to fill up the tank. He jumped back out, deciding he had a better chance sprinting. He started running only to be unexpectedly stopped in his tracks (no pun intended). "Going somewhere, Derek?" Sheriff Stillinski questioned. Derek didn't have time for this, his face said it all. "Yeah actually. To see your son who's lying in a hospital bed" Derek said through his gritted teeth. Sheriff Stillinski's face deteriated, his eyes like a lost puppies eyes. "What do you mean?! What happened?!" The sheriff demanded. "Your son is Stiles Stillinski, right?" Derek added. "...oh my god, i gotta get down there!" The sheriff exclaimed.

Derek's pov~

"Yeah actually. To see your son who's lying in a hospital bed" i finished. I seriously feel for his father, Stiles is all he has left. Yeah stiles is a pain in the ass but deep down you can tell he's a sweet and caring boy (note how i said boy , not a man like i am). The sheriff had a sad look in his eyes, a solemn look. "What do you mean?! What happened?!" His voice hoarse but deadly and threatening. I decided since a while back i was suspected of murdering my own sister (like i'd do that i loved her --well-like a sister) i'd play it low profile. "Your son is Stiles Stillinski, right?" I asked uncaringly. The sheriff's dark and tired eyes, met my bright and sharp eyes. "...oh my god, i gotta get down there!" He exclaimed as running off back to the police car.

There was no time to lose. As soon as he was out of sight, i sprinted at over 110 mph, desperate to get to him, before "they" do...

Stiles pov~

Great. I'm lay in a friggin hospital bed, in an itchy gown that shows half my ass (i'm praying lydia doesn't come) (aw heck forget it like she'd come to see me) , in excruciating pain and i have no idea what the fuck happened. My dream come true...not.

Suddenly Derek ran through the door, and rushed to my side. "Stiles...what...happened...to.."

Sarcasm voice: " yes, what happened to me, derek? I'd love to tell you, considering your my bestest friend in the whole world, but i honestly have no idea" i answered. Derek just glared at me.

"What?" I asked. He just continued glaring. "Well alrighty then" i said. I got out of the hospital bed and slowly reached for my clothes, when i noticed he was still glaring. "You know you really shouldn't do tgat, it scares the crap outta people". He did nothing. "Don't be such a sourwolf!" I added. His eyes twitched annoyingly. He suddenly seized me by the the shoulder and whispered in an angry tone "Don't you ever call me that again or I'll leave you to rot so the alphas can have you! In fact, they might already have you after what they've done to you!" "What do you mean the alphas, that the alphas did this to me?!" Stiles demanded upset.

"Yes...and they're here...in here...now" he whispered...