When they got to Derek's new flat Stiles was just coming back into consciousness and the pain was hitting him again... hard. He was groaning rather loudly and clutching the claw marks.
Derek set him down on the sofa and went into the kitchen coming back with a bottle of tablets and a glass of water.
He leant down and gave the water and pills to Stiles. "Take these." he instructed. "They're pretty strong pain killers and they may make you a little delirious but they'll help."
Stiles downed the pills and water without hesitation, he wanted anything to get him out of this pain.
The painkiller set to work not long after, numbing the throbbing burning sensation on his shoulder but moments later he felt as though he'd drank gallons of whiskey, his head was swimming and he had no idea what words were spilling out of his mouth.
Derek turned to leave and chuckled as he heard stiles slur "Damn that ass..." and when he driveled something about how insanely sexy Derek was he turned on the spot laughing at the incoherent Stiles spread across his sofa.
Stiles saw that Derek had turned and was laughing by the sound of it he was the aware that derek was walking over to him and leaning down, and he must have been dreaming because he could swear he could feel the scratch of Dereks stubble on his forehead and a kiss being planted there. Stiles was to say the least extremely confused and decided it was best if he shut his eyes and went to sleep again because he must be hallucinating or something and maybe letting the words "Love you..." pass his lips as he did.
It didn't take long before he was sound asleep and snoring loudly. Derek checked on the wound and as Stiles wasnt conscious to feel anything, placed his hand on it and began to use some of his alpha's ability to heal the damage he had done. He lifted his hand and there were white scars where the scratches were but he couldn't do anything about them they would be a permanent fixture on Stiles now and he felt so guilty for doing this to him, for hurting someone he cared about.