"He's lucky we can tell what he wants from scent or else I'd never know when to feed the bastard."
"Derek just leave it okay? You can go, we've got it sorted. Lydia's staying over to help tonight and Malia is sleeping over."
He grumbled but left. Finally. Secretly I think he was worried. He had smelt of fear and a twinge of grief when he brought Stiles into Deaton's after finding him. I think he thought Stiles was dying. Though if Stiles was dying he would still have something to say.
Taking the stewed apple out of the pot on the stove I walked to the lounge where Lydia sat with Stiles resting with his back against her chest and his head lent back on her shoulder.
Mum had suggested easily swallowed food because if Stiles started choking it wouldn't end well. It had been three hours since Stiles had been hit with the spell and we had already decide who would help out when.
"Here you go Stiles, stewed apple" a blank look but I smelled disappointment. "I know bro but mum said you'd just choke on curly fries."
I sat down next to the pair on the couch and started spoon feeding Stiles his dinner. Oddly enough this wasn't the weirdest thing I have had to do for Stiles and luckily he didn't seem to mind either.
Though he was after all being fed and watching TV while practically sitting in Lydia's lap. She had an arm wrapped around his chest, under his arms holding him up and her other hand was running lightly through the content teenager's hair. She probably didn't even know she was doing it.
After Stiles had finished his apple and fallen asleep on the couch I carried him to his room, where Malia was already waiting. Since she was sleeping in his bed most nights anyway I figured neither of them would mind, though Lydia didn't seem too happy about it. I laid him gently on his bed trying not to wake him and tucked him in as Malia snuggled down in the bed. "Your good with all the-"
"Yeah your mum told me all about how to turn him in his sleep so that he doesn't get sore or choke on his spit or whatever. And his Dad said he would be in to check on him when he gets home. It's fine Scott I got this. Get some sleep okay?"
"Yeah okay. Thanks Malia"
"No problem. It's not like I wouldn't be here anyway"
(sorry I know the endings a little abrupt on this one and that they are short but I have more coming and don't forget to review and leave any suggestions for more chapters)