(AN: thank you to all the people that followed and Favorited this story and those that followed or Favorited me! thank you also to all the reviews it really helps me see what you like so if you have any suggestions for the next chapter because I don't really know what to do apart from the typical waiting room stuff. I was however thinking of having the rest of the pack show up so tell me what you think thanks guys your the best!)

The Sheriff had finished work early and was looking forward to some down time at home after all the mess at work. How he was ever going to explain everything about the Kanima damage in a report he had no idea.

Scott had been leaving their driveway on his motorbike when the Sheriff turned the corner onto his street. He figured he must have been checking on Stiles on his lunch break.

"Stiles?"

The kid had looked exhausted yesterday but he can't still be in bed, it's four thirty already. John took off his jacket and climbed the stairs to Stiles' room where the door was cracked open enough for the sound of labored breathing to make its way to the now concerned father.

"Stiles I'm coming in son."

Pushing the door open to reveal the teenagers' bedroom showed nothing but a messy bed and a few scattered books and papers lying around the room. John could see nothing of his son but still there was the worrying sound of strained breaths. Moving forward and following the sound, his son's feet soon became visible on the other side of the bed.

He raced to his son, dread crawling into his belly as he took in the sight of his boy lying, pale, on his side and struggling to breathe.

"Stiles! What- Oh my God"

'There's blood on his palm. There is blood on my sons' palm.' John knew this was bad. And yet he had no idea what happened.

The sheriff tried not to break down at the sight of the blood that was smeared on the blue tinted lips of his son.

Slipping his hands under Stiles' neck and back he lifted him enough to be able to support the boys head on his shoulder. He held his son upright enough to hope it eased his breathing.

"Come on son, stay with me."

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed hoping the ambulance would arrive in time.

The emergency operator told him to let them know if Stiles' stopped breathing and he moved his hand to the center of his sons chest at the thought that he might not notice when it happened. If it happened.

He had put the phone on speaker so he could wrap one arm around Stile's waist and have the other on his sons' forehead mindlessly playing with the soft spikes of hair. He still had no idea what had happened and Stiles had shown no signs of waking except for a strangled grown when he had been lifted and a few coughs which the Sheriff soon found was the source of the blood.

Knowing where the blood was coming from, in no way made John feel better and he notified the emergency operator in the hopes that they would tell the ambulance to hurry up.

Five minutes later the paramedics showed up and quickly took the Sheriffs son from his reluctant arms. The thought of his son dying in his arms was heart-breaking but the thought of his son dying on a cold stretcher surrounded by stranger was even worse. John had to stop himself from shoving the medics aside to scoop up his son numerous times.

The paramedics cut Stiles shirt off to find out what was wrong and when the fabric was moved away to reveal the heavy black and purple bruising that covered his sons damaged torso, the Sheriff choked back a sob.

"Who's done this to you?"

The father was crying openly now as a tube was forced down Stiles' throat before the boy was strapped down and loaded onto the ambulance.

"I'm sorry Sheriff you'll have to follow behind us. Your sons just too unstable."

And with that they had taken him away. His poor baby boy that had gone through far more in his 17 years than anyone should in a lifetime.

John could do nothing but pray that he wouldn't lose his son too.

…..

John knew he shouldn't drive while he was so distressed but he couldn't bear the thought of not being there if his son didn't make it. He couldn't do it again. Not like Claudia.

Pulling himself up from the floor he made his way out of the house and into car, taking a few shuddering breaths as he tried to calm down enough to drive. His hands were shaking the entire time but he finally arrived at the hospital to find Melissa waiting for him in reception.

"John what happened? I saw him when they took him in I-"

"I don't know. I found him in his room unconscious he was barely breathing and coughing up blood. God Melissa his chest-it was bad."

The nurse led him to some chairs and made him sit down.

"I know but they've taken him in to emergency, they'll fix whatever's wrong but it may be a while till we hear anything. I'll keep you updated if I hear anything and I'll call Scott to see if he knows what happened."

The sheriff nodded gratefully and rested his head in his hands settling in for a long wait.

Scott was on his way back to Stiles' house after everything with the kanima went down. They had miraculously saved Jackson and defeated Gerard despite his body going missing and have no idea whether he was still alive or not. But he was gone and they no longer had a kanima to deal with so now Scott cold focus on Stiles.

His phone started ringing a few blocks away from the Stilinski's place and he pulled over to answer it.

"Mom? What's wrong?"

Scott honey, its Stiles. He's just been brought into the hospital." The nurse paused not wanting to scare him with the details but knowing they needed to know what had happened. "Do you know why he would have broken ribs and extensive bruising?"

The wolf felt like throwing up. Broken ribs and extensive bruising? And Stiles was in the hospital.

"Scott, sweet heart?"

"He was kidnapped by Gerard. He beat the crap out of him but Stiles insisted he was fine. He was acting funny though so I was going to make him get checked out but Derek called and…"

"Scott is that where Stiles was when he was missing the other night? And what do you mean he was acting strange?"

Scott closed his eyes trying to concentrate and nodded before he remembered he was talking on the phone and his mum was waiting for an answer.

"Yeah. At School yesterday he smelt like pain and his heart was beating like crazy. I tried to talk to him about it but he bolted and I didn't see him till today. He was in a lot of pain Mom and I was gonna make him get checked out I swear but the kanima and-"

"I know honey. It's not your fault, you've been really helpful. Do you wanna come to the hospital? It will be a while till we hear anything about how he's doing but you could it with the Sheriff."

"Yeah thanks Mom. I'll see you soon."

He hung up and started his bike, driving to the hospital on autopilot while debating whether he should tell the others.

Allison was probably busy dealing with her family breaking apart and Lydia and Jackson would be dealing with everything that just happened. Scott doubted that Derek or his pack would care at all. It was just him. And without his usual partner in crime at his side he felt more alone than ever.