Derek hasn't had the best track record when it comes to relationships. He is broken and he has yet to realize his worth. Sometimes we need to see ourselves from the eyes of the people we love to know we matter. It's about finding the strength to be...
It's been a week since our close call with death, Stiles is still in the hospital. He is doing much better; they are basically just being cautious and keeping him for a little while longer. I am fully healed, although I do have some aches and pains that seem to come and go still. I have yet to go home, not wanting to leave Stiles for any amount of time. I could tell you that I was fine, but that would not be the truth. I can see the bruises and wounds all over Stiles. I know that they are my fault, I am the alpha and I can't protect anyone.
Stiles was in for a long road to recovery he had a broken leg, three broken fingers, five broken ribs, and a broken nose. One night when the pain was almost unbearable, I offered the bite to him, but he just smiled, held my hand, and declined. I in turn was relieved, but I really would do it if he wanted it.
Peter had been to the hospital with Noah almost every day. They would try to get me to go home and sleep, but I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep in an empty bed without Stiles.
Peter was pretty wrecked emotionally after Tyran's passing, so he decided to give up his alpha powers to Max. Max, Amanda, and Laura were planning to go back to France after Stiles was out of the hospital, they wanted to rebuild their pack and they were homesick.
Scott and Isaac had moved in together, they were living in one of the apartment buildings I owned. I had decided to let Isaac take care of our businesses because Peter nor I were fit to run anything right now and Isaac was practically my brother. They had brought dinner for us tonight.
"S'up bitches!" Scott said patting me on the back. I give him a growl and he laughs at me.
"Hey, guys," Stiles says slowly.
He is on a lot of pain medications and I knew it wouldn't be too long before he would be asleep again. So, I grab the pan in Isaac's hands and open it. The scent is delicious, lasagna with garlic bread.
Stiles takes his good hand and does the gimme sign I laugh as I give him a piece of garlic bread. He won't eat much, but at least he could get some carbs in him. I set the meal down and hug Isaac really tight.
"Thank you both so much!" I say tearing up. Isaac pats me on the back and they head out so we can enjoy our dinner.
They leave and I turn to look at Stiles, he's laying there asleep with garlic bread hanging out his mouth. I chuckle as I retrieve the half-eaten bread and kiss him on the forehead.
When we are alone and the day is ending is when I feel the worst. There is nothing to distract me from my brain. My appetite has subsided so I set the dinner aside, I walk to the one window in Stiles's room just taking in the scenery. The moon is high in the sky, I know the full moon is coming soon and I will be more sensitive than usual. I am hoping Stiles is home by then. I really don't want to be having an emotional break down here at the hospital. I know the doctors are still confused about how I got better so quickly and I really don't want to raise any more suspicions. If we weren't hurt so badly, we would have just gone to Deaton, but he was not equipped to take on so much carnage. I barely remember how we got to the hospital; I know Isaac was driving my car while Scott was holding Stiles in the back seat. I saw Stiles, he was bloody and crying. He looked defeated and it tore a hole straight through me. I can never let him feel like that again.
"Der," Stiles says gently.
"Yeah, babe." I wipe stray tears from my face as I walk to his bed.
He has a serious look on his face, he lifts his good arm to caress my cheek. I smile at the touch.
"Are you ok?" He asks.
I contemplate spilling my heart out to him, but I know he is going through so much right now so I push the feeling aside.
"Stiles, I am fine. I will just be glad when we can go home." I say sweetly.
Stiles yawns as he agrees with me.
I slide into the bed next to him. The staff tolerates this as long as I don't bother any of the tubes that still linger in Stiles's body. I hold him close as I hear his familiar snoring sounds. I know I won't be sleeping anytime soon, but I can enjoy just know that Stiles is here and safe.
Stiles POV
Something is heavy, it's heavy on my chest. I am having trouble moving. I open my eyes, I am freaking out. I take a few breaths and focus, I realize where I am and that heavyweight is Derek. I look at him, he has let his facial hair grow in, he looks peaceful although I can see the bags under his eyes. His hair is shaggy and unkempt. He has fallen asleep with his head on my shoulder, one leg is hanging off the bed and his arm is wrapped around my stomach. I know he is exhausted, we both are. I think this has been the first night that I've been lucid. My whole body feels stiff and painful. I want to move my legs but I can't. I feel so fucking useless and it's killing me. I am not used to being this incapacitated. It's almost 6 am and I know the nurse will be here soon so I gently nudge Derek awake. He instinctively pulls me closer, I want to run my hand through his hair but he has me pinned.
"Derek," I say. He opens his eyes and stares at me.
"The nurse will be here soon and I wanted to be the one to wake you up," I say smiling, longing to kiss him.
"Yes, this is much nicer to wake up to." He says making me weak with his growly morning voice.
He slowly untangles himself from me and I feel sad at the loss of his warmth.
He sees me staring, bends down, cups my face in his hands, and kisses long and gently. Oh god, I've missed his lips so much.
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"Stiles, you sure are happy to see me." He says gesturing to the tent pitched in the blankets.
I blush.
"Dereeekkkkk, I just have to pee ok," I say trying to cover up my shame.
Derek giggles and says "trust me you have nothing to be ashamed of. I get it, and yes I miss you too."
I look down at his tight pants and it makes me laugh.
"We sure are a mess," I say smiling.
A\N I know it's not much of an update but I've been having a hard time writing recently, you know life happens. Thanks for reading!! See you soon.
