I Guess We're Lucky

The End

     Stiles had been sleeping for several hours when the pack was asked to leave because visiting hours were over. They all said goodbye to him even though he was asleep, and reluctantly made their way back home. The sheriff sat and talked with Stiles for a while before he was also forced to make his way back home.

     It was almost dark outside, the hospital growing dim and quiet, when another person made their way down the hall.  He was good at not looking suspicious, and blended in naturally. When he got to the other teenager's room he quietly turned the nob and walked in. Theo saw Stiles sleeping in the bed peacefully. Finally more on his own than because of the drugs pumping through his IV. 

     He pulled up a chair and sat next to him. He figured Stiles would be asleep but he was hoping he wouldn't. It didn't matter though, he had no where to be and could wait. He leaned back and made himself comfortable, listening tentatively for approaching nurses. He watched the other teen's chest rise and fall and the mask covering his face fog up. His breathing still didn't sound quite right, and was raspy and painful sounding, which was kind of irritating after a while.

     Reluctantly Theo leaned forward to draw some pain from Stiles, but only because his painful breaths were annoying. Theo wished he would just wake up because sitting here looking at him actually made him feel a little guilty. But he didn't regret it. Now that Scott saw how dedicated he was to his pack and helping find Stiles, he knew they would trust him now.

      Well all of them except for Stiles of course. Which was why he was here. So when Stiles woke up he could see the fake concern on Theo's face and they could talk. 

     So far his plan was going great. Parrish had taken the body when he removed it from under the dumpster and put it out in the preserve, where it was easy to find. It also felt great to kill Donovan, that kid was a tool.

     Stiles began to stir for a few minutes before blinking his eyes open, and searching the room for his dad, and finding the scum of the Earth instead. Why the hell was Theo in his hospital room at 11 o'clock? He impatiently sighed and turned away to go back to sleep. But of course he couldn't because Theo was staring at him and draining his pain and it felt great and he was too weak to dramatically jerk his arm away even if he wanted to. 

     "Stiles. Please I just want to talk. I will leave if you want me to."

     Stiles let out a sigh and turned back to him. "What", he said flatly.

     "I just wanted you to know that the pack was really worried about you. I left them alone but I was watching over them while you were in here."

     "Wow, that's incredibly creepy and I have no idea how that's supposed to make me like you", Stiles snarked back.

     "Stiles I just want you to know that you have an amazing pack. I have seen what most packs are like, and they're not like this. You guys look out for each other, and they look out for you. You should just feel really thankful."

     "Theo, I don't need you to tell me how awesome my friends are. Okay? I already know that they're awesome and that they care about me even though I'm a poor little human", Stiles said growing angry and impatient.

     "Yeah I know. But I also want you to know that even though for whatever reason you hate me, and that I'm not part of the pack, I'm looking out for you too. And I was. I'm the one who stopped Donovan from escaping, and I'm the one who killed him. You deserve to know that. I wish I didn't have to, I really do. Your dad and Scott were there too."

     After hearing that Stiles didn't really know what to say. He still didn't trust him. At all. But maybe he could get used to him being around. "Thanks I guess", he finally said turing to look at Donovan. And he really did look worried and upset.