I have been in France ever since the last chapter with my orchestra which is why this chapter is later. I do not know anything about American Healthcare but what I do know is that it's expensive. Tbh that's about it. But here is the next chapter, thank you for all the people who reviewed, followed or favourited. You made a very nice surprise with my first wifi back at home. Anyway, enjoy this chapter :)

After nearly two months Stiles was finally allowed to go home with strict orders to rest and a meal plan to stick to. When he left the hospital it was in a wheelchair. This was partly because of the injuries he had sustained, almost every inch of him was covered in plaster, but it was mostly because the feeling hadn't come back into his legs. The doctors had mentioned that it might be temporary but it wasn't heartfelt. Stiles couldn't feel anything from middle of his back downwards. A spinal vertebrae had snapped in half and had severed the spinal cord at that point. His right arm was in plaster as where his legs. He had been told to be very careful until he healed. The Sheriff had taken his keys and yelled at him when Stiles refused to sit in the wheelchair. And so when he left the hospital he was quiet and sullen. He had been approached about the cuts littering his body and his starved form but he refused the help. Every time someone talked to him he clammed up and refused to acknowledge their presence until they changed topic. The doctors could make no progress on him and his dad was fast running out of money to pay for the hospital visit, the insurance company having refused to pay for the suicide attempt.

When Stiles got home he sat on his bed, which had been moved from upstairs with the help of a werewolf, a kitsune and a very human Sheriff. He could feel the darkness slowly creeping in. In the hospital he had warded it off but now it was coming back. One thing he'd never told Scott was that he could still see everything the Nogitsune saw when it had released his body. He had also seen through the eyes of the Oni. He often wondered if somewhere in the depths of his brain the Nogitsune was still there, waiting for the right time. He heard the door slowly opening and turned to see his dad walk in.

"Mind if I join you?"

"No sure dad" The sheriff nodded and took a seat on the edge of the bed looking highly uncomfortable

"Stiles, we need to talk"

"Sure dad, what's up?"

"Stiles, I need to know why you did this. We need to fix it somehow. Maybe that's something" he gestured with his hands "Not entirely human or maybe it's just getting a counsellor."

"Dad, there's nothing to talk about"

"Really Stiles? Really? You want me to believe that?" The Sheriff's voice rose as he spoke "You jumped off a building Stiles! You nearly died!" Stiles turned back around and took out his phone. The sheriff deflated "Stiles, don't do that to me. I'm just trying to help." When he got no answer from his son the sheriff sighed and walked out the door "By the way, dinner's in ten minutes. Melissa and Scott are coming as well." When this also elicited no response the sheriff sighed again and walked out the door.

Dinner was tense as always. Whenever Stiles stopped eating the table would stare at him in turns, trying to be subtle. When he was eating he felt sick. He wasn't used to eating more than a sandwich let alone a full meal. By the end he was nauseous and half of his plate was untouched

"Are you done Stiles?" Scott was trying to be subtle but with the same amount of tact as the proverbial bull in the china shop.

"Yeah Scott. I think that's enough for now." Scott looked at the plate, seeing how much was still left. He then stared back up at Stiles engaging the puppy eyes. Damn those puppy eyes Stiles thought. "It's not that much..."

"Geez Scott I wonder why that is! Could it be because I've been living off hospital food for the last month? Or maybe it's because I've been starving myself as you all think. Or maybe, Scott I'M JUST NOT HUNGRY." Scott recoiled as if he'd been stung and the table lapsed into silence. After a few minutes Stiles muttered his thanks and wheeled away from the table. When he was back in his room he made the careful transition from the chair to the bed and closed his eyes. He shouldn't have said that but it came out and now, now Scott would be out there trying to figure out if he really needed a useless friend.

No one followed Stiles and shortly afterwards Scott and Melissa left, promising to return later in the week. However every time Scott called Stiles he was inexplicably busy. He was out shopping, he was in the shower (which was a whole new process in a wheelchair), he was with relatives, the list was endless. The Sheriff always delivered the messages in the same flat tone of voice, letting Scott know that the excuses were just that, excuses. Scott didn't know what to do, between school, work and trying to find Derek there was almost no time left. It wasn't until Monday that Scott got to talk to Stiles, when Stiles arrived back to school a week earlier than planned.

When Scott woke up on Monday he looked at the clock and rolled back over. And thus, when he eventually woke up he was already nearly late. He glanced at the clock and slowly the numbers formed some meaning. When they did he swore and leapt up. He threw on the first set of clothes he could find, some jeans that were too big and a band t-shirt from a band he'd never liked. He ran downstairs and leapt onto his motorbike and arrived only five minutes after school had started. He rushed down the empty halls until he finally got to Chemistry and threw himself into the nearest seat

"Good of you to join us Mr McCall. Can I ask why it took so long?" the teacher raised an eyebrow imperiously

"Sorry sir, my clock was at the wrong time"

"Hmm, don't make a habit of it McCall" with that he moved back to teaching about ionic equations or something and Scott relaxed. He glanced at the person sat next to him, Greenburg, who else would it be? Scott sighed and slouched deeper into his seat ready for yet another tedious class. Throughout most of the class Scott was zoned out, trying to figure out how to contact Stiles. He was shaken out of his reverie when Greenburg elbowed him sharply.

"Scott," he nodded over to the seat across the other side of the classroom where Lydia sat. She had been desperately trying to get his attention for the best part of half an hour.

"What?" he mouthed across the classroom. She rolled her eyes and grabbed her phone from her bag, typing expertly under the desk without so much as a glance at the screen. Scott turned his head slightly to pick up the sound of keys. It had been something Stiles had said a few months before. Every keypad had a different amount of wear and so, technically Scott should be able to hear a text message. It hadn't worked but Scott still tried. He glanced quickly downwards as his phone buzzed.

Where have you been over the weekend? Did Stiles get a chance to tell you?

Scott looked up, confused before typing back, a lot slower

What was he meant to tell me?

Lydia rolled her eyes slightly before typing something else out. Just as Scott glanced down he felt a presence behind him.

"Scott McCall, I can allow for some tardiness. I can maybe even stretch to allowing a student to remain in my class when they are not paying attention. However texting in a lesson, that I cannot allow. Give me the phone and go down to the principal's office."

"But-"

"Now Mr McCall" Scott sighed and gave the teacher his phone with a promise he could get it back at the end of school. He then grabbed his bag and walked out of the classroom. It was only at lunch he finally got to catch up with Lydia.

"Lydia what were you trying to tell me?" but Lydia didn't get a chance to answer as another, very familiar, head appeared at their table. The normally pink face was almost grey and he was sat in a wheelchair. Plaster surrounded his left arm which he rested gingerly on his legs, which had similar plaster. The t-shirt he was wearing did nothing to disguise the ribs poking out and nothing could hide the cheekbones which stood out against the rest of the lifeless skin.

"Hey guys" Stiles said

The next chapter should be up in a couple of days, hopefully...