The Hallinski Files

Concussion Pt 1

Derek sat Stiles down as he cleaned his bleeding forehead.
"Mm! Stop! It's fine!" Stiles whined.
"It's bleeding. Hold still." Derek said.
"It's just a little bump on the head. I'll live." Stiles shooed Derek's hand away. Peter walked in.
"Geez. How bad did the little guy piss you off, Der?" Peter asked.
"I didn't do this. The coffee table did.
He tripped on his laces and his head hit the table." Derek explained.
"Ow. Why didn't you take him to the hospital?" Peter asked, coming over.
"Because I don't need it. What I need is a nap and a bandaid." Stiles said.
"He can't be reasoned with." Derek said frustrated.
"Let me try." Peter said.
"Go for it." Derek said.
"Stiles...you need to go to the hospital.
You might have a concussion."
Peter said.
"No. I don't have__"
"You're hurt. I don't want to persuade you, Stiles. Like the last time."
Peter mentioned. Stiles went cold.
"There's no need for that. Fine. I'll go. If only to show you that it's unnecessary."

Beacon Hills Memorial

"You have a concussion." Melissa said.
"Are you sure?" Stiles asked.
"Positive. Stiles, you should be getting regular MRIs. You hit your head a lot but never get checked." Melissa said.
"Will he be okay?" Derek asked.
"As long as he doesn't get injured and hit his head in the next few days he'll be fine." Melissa said.

Yeah....No.
It was the weekend and Scott came over to help take care of his brain injured friend. Noah left Derek in charge of taking care of him but he didn't trust him not to screw it up so he sent Scott.
"Hey, buddy." Scott said sweetly.
"Buuudddyyy..." Stiles said and laughed. "You didn't have to come over. I'm fine. I have a little headache and the lights hurt my eyes but I'll live." Stiles said and got out of bed.
''Well is that all? Take it easy." Scott said and held him. Feeling his pain.
"Thanks. Where's Derek?"
Stiles asked.
"Rude much?" Scott said sarcastically.
"Very much. Sorry. I love you, it's just, Derek was supposed to be around to look after me but he vanished."
Stiles said rubbing his head.
"I saw him on the way in. He needed a break so he left. Said he'd be back around 3:00." Scott explained.
"Wow. I didn't realize I was so demanding. It's okay. Gives us a chance to hang out." Stiles laughed.
"Can you get my shades? It's so freaking bright." Stiles said focusing on the stairs.
"Sure thing, buddy." Scott said and went in his room to get the shades.
"Thanks. Now be a good boy and make me a sammich." Stiles laughed.
"You're lucky you're impaired. What do you want?" Scott asked.
"Grilled cheese with pickles?"
Stiles shrugged.
"Done." Scott said and went into the kitchen. That's when Stiles snuck outside for fresh air, it was nice. Until he fell off the porch step trying to shoo a bee. Hitting his head again bruising his cheek and almost breaking his neck.
Scott ran out when he heard the crash.
Stiles regained consciousness 15 minutes later. Confused.
"Stiles! Are you okay? What were you thinking?" Scott asked worried.
"Who the hell is Stiles? I'm Bruce. Get it together, Alfred." He said.
"Bruce? As in Bruce Wayne? Aka Batman?!" Scott asked shocked.
"Great! You remember who I am.
Weirdo...Can you get me a painkiller? My head is throbbing." Bruce said.
"Right away master Wayne." Scott said trying to sound professional and British. He stepped out of the room.
"It's different than I remember."

The Living Room

"Damn damn damn! Derek pick up. Derek, pick up. Derek, pick uuuuppp!" Scott frantically listened to the phone ring.
Only for him to walk in.
"What?" Derek asked.
Peter behind him.
"We have a problem." Scott said.
"What happened?" Derek demanded.
"Weeellll..." Scott winced.
"Never mind with the pills, Alfred.
I just remembered medication is for pussies. I've been through a lot worse than a mere headache." Bruce stood at the top of the stairs. "What happened to the house? Seems smaller. Who are they?" Bruce asked.
"Master Wayne, these are some friends of mine from the old war days. Derek Hecholin and Peter Hale." Scott explained.
"Oh. Nice to meet you. I'm Bruce Wayne." Bruce said and shook their hands. Derek and Peter tried to act as normal as possible.
"Master Wayne, why don't you get back to bed? Your work day is over and your night life of partying, liquor and women, require a lot of rest." Alfred said gently. Thankfully he caught on and bid them all fair well. And they stepped outside.
"What the hell is that?!" Derek asked.
"He thinks he's Batman!" Peter laughed uncontrollably
"How is this funny?! We are so screwed." Scott said panicked.
What are we going to tell his dad?" Derek asked.
"Nothing. Stiles will be sleeping." Scott said. "We just have to make sure nothing else happens to him until the sheriff gets back."

Again...Nope

7:00 PM
"Alright, bud. I hear your dad coming, so..." Derek stopped when he saw the window was open and Stiles was gone. Noah had already pulled up.
Derek ran downstairs and joined Scott and Peter. "Hi!"
"Hello. I'm back. Hope he wasn't too much trouble." Noah said as he kicked off his shoes. "He still in bed?"
"Yes! He's sleeping. Best not to disturb him." Derek said. Scott looked at him.
"I should at least say good night." Noah said wondering why Derek was being weird. Standing in front of Stiles' bedroom door.
"That's not necessary." Derek said.
"Werewolf or not, I will move you to get to my son. Now move or be moved." Noah said. Derek moved.
"Ahh...F***" Derek swore as dread set in. Noah walked in the room, talking and sat down on the bed.
That's when he noticed that Stiles felt awful soft. He pulled off the covers to reveal pillows.
"Where the hell is my son?!"