It all started just like every other day: I was the first one to wake up as always, the light of my life sleeping soundly in my possessive embrace. I smiled down at my angel thanking whoever made it possible for deeming me worthy of just perfection after the living hell I passed with Kate. As every other morning I wake up to Stiles' side I stayed a few more minutes just watching him sleep, before waking him up with a kiss, which turned into a full heavy make out session that continued in the bathroom. Later on, after a blowjob and a quick fuck against the wall, Stiles went downstairs to make breakfast while I was waking up our kids. For being fifteen years old teenagers they still act as lazy children in the morning. Thankfully the end of school's year was getting closer and then I'll have three months of not worrying they'll be late for class before they start junior year.
Wow, junior year... I still can't believe they are fifteen years old. How fast does time pass.
But that's not what matters, getting back on track once I have woken up our children and left them to get ready I went downstairs to one of my favourite hobbies: watching Stiles cook. He, who usually is clumsy and uncoordinated, moved with such grace and ease in the kitchen that you would have never guess how many times he runs into walls in daily bases. It only took them only half an hour to get ready and get down for breakfast. I smiled proudly at our children wearing Muses' clothes as if it were a second skin, it had been a long discussion and a lot of convincing but at the end Stiles allowed them to model for my brand and it was one of the best decisions of my when they looked so good and confident in them.
Stiles had smiled at them brightly and gave them each a kiss on their cheek before placing plates full of food in front of us: scramble eggs, toasts, beacon and pancakes. He passed me a hot cup of black coffee and gave each of our kids a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. He then grabbed a canteen full of cappuccino and an apple before bidding us goodbye and rushing towards the studio. I knew that he would stay there until very late, it usually happens when the last days of filming were coming up. So I knew that these following last weeks of school I would be the one taking the kids to school and picking them up.
The rest of the day moved smoothly: I had business meetings, warned some employees that if they didn't work harder I would have to fire them, made paper work, chose the place for next season's photos, but it all went straight to hell when my PA barged into my office without permission and turned on my flat screen. I would have scolded him, Greenberg could be an idiot sometimes but he never acts out like this. However, I froze when I saw what he had put on the T.V.
"Just an hour ago an ambulance rushed towards the studio of Maze Runners: The Death Cure. We still don't know what happened exactly but what we do know is that Stiles Stilinski-Hale the famous actor that plays the principal character in the movie and the husband of the very recognized businessman Derek Stilinski-Hale was severely injured during one of his stunts. He is being moved towards Saint Marie's hospital in this right moment. We all hope that it is nothing very serious that can't be treated, and that Mr. Stilinski-Hale gets better soon" a reporter spoke in front of the same studio that I knew my husband was going to today.
"Cancel everything I have today and tomorrow, they'll understand my reasons. Also, call my lawyers I want to sue the damn security team. There is no way they'll be getting away with letting my husband get hurt" I ordered my PA before rushing towards the garage and heading to the hospital, worried sick of what happened to the love of my life.
All the way towards Saint Marie's I couldn't think of anything but my poor husband and in fear of what I'll see. The mere thought of my Stiles bloody and wounded made my heart ache painfully. I wanted to rip the ones responsible for this into pieces. I leave my husband into the most capable hands, or at least that's what I thought because today they've proved me wrong.
The kids! I suddenly thought How will the kids take this news?!
I couldn't stop myself and thought about the last time Stiles was in a hospital, the fear and pain I felt seeing him tore me apart. And what was worst was seeing my children so sad and scared that their papa wasn't going to wake up. This time it would be ever worse cause now he was injured, surely bleeding and bruised, and I don't even know if he is stable!
Taking a fast decision I called Laura explaining the situation, my sisters are always angels sent from heaven in these kind of situations, she already knew about the accident and was heading to the school to pick up the kids. Next I dialled Full Moon Academy to notify about my family's situation.
"Full Moon Academy, this is the director Deaton speaking" I relaxed a bit when I remembered, in my blind panic state, that Deaton was an old family friend who would understand what's going on.
"Deaton this is Derek talking, I called to tell you that Laura will be passing by to pick up the kids" I told him.
"Derek don't rush and tell me what's wrong" Deaton said calmly, as he always is but there was a small undertone of panic that would have made me smile, happy that he is always there for my family and concerned about us, if I weren't so desperate right now.
"Stiles had an accident during one of his stunts, they are taking him to Saint Marie's hospital as we speak" I explained to him rapidly "I can't talk right now cause I am driving, I can't put my kids in a situation where both of their parents are hospitalized" with that said I ended the call, I would have felt bad for being so rude in other circumstances but right now I couldn't think of anything but my husband. I got to the hospital sooner than I should have if I would have respected the speed limits "Stiles Stilinski-Hale! Where is he?!" I growled/demanded to know to the first nurse that I saw, she had brown hair and a kind smile.
"You must be the famous sourwolf that Stiles didn't stop to mumble about" my heart ached at the mention of my dear husband's nickname for me "He is stable sir, but coming from and falling again to a unconscious state a cause of all the pain killers he has been given".
"What… what is his state?" I asked fearfully.
"Well sir, he has a concussion, facial fracture, and lacerations" she answered me solemnly "The doctors want to make him stay overnight, even longer if it is necessary. Please follow me he is in the room 123".
"Wait, aren't the private rooms on the second floor?" I questioned her.
"Yes, they are" she answered.
"Then why isn't my husband in the comfort of one of them?" I almost growled again, but stopped myself from doing so at the last moment. Taking out my anger and frustration in others won't help Stiles, he even will scold me if he finds out, and he always find out.
"I'll make the changes right now, in the meanwhile you can visit your husband her manager is with him right now. If you need any help just call for Melissa" she assured me before leaving me on my own at the door.
I took a deep breath steading and preparing myself for the worse. But nothing would have prepared me enough to the sight of my husband all black and blue, with his best friend crying her heart out above him.
"Stiles… love… oh, baby!" I cried out falling on my knees next to him, I grabbed his frail hand on mine kissing it softly and trying not to cry… it wasn't working as good as I would have wanted.
"Oh Derek… it was horrible! I thought for a moment that he was dead!" Malia sobbed.
"How did this happen cousin? I thought that they have precautions to prevent this from happening!" I demanded to know angrily, not knowing at who or what exactly.
"The whole day was looking up, we were finishing earlier than expecting and everything seemed fine… until the accident. Stiles was strapped into a harness atop a moving vehicle when a snafu pulled him off of the vehicle unexpectedly, after which point he slammed into a second vehicle. The collision sent him to the hospital with a concussion, facial fracture, and lacerations. I don't know how it happened, people had came to make sure everything was safe earlier that day!" Malia ranted, sadness gone now and replaced with an animalistic rage that only came after living years in the wild.
"He was hit by a vehicle?!" I almost yelled in disbelief, my worry intensified by a thousand. My absolute concentration was on my husband that I almost didn't notice Malia mumbling to herself with a thoughtful look "What was that cousin?".
"Stiles has been receiving hate letters lately…" she began but I cut her off.
"What?! Why wasn't I informed about this?!" This time I did scream at her.
"Because it wasn't something new, actors and actresses always have them as well as singers. But lately he began receiving a lot of them from the same person, even though it was anonymously written we did recognize their way of writing" Malia explained to me "There were some death threats in them, not explicitly but they hinted so".
"You are saying that someone attempted to murder my husband Malia?!" I exclaimed incuriously, who would want to hurt Stiles. He is the best and kindest person I know.
"I am not saying anything, I just think that something isn't right here. The Maze Runners' crew has been working with the same security company for almost three years now and there has never been an accident. That now, out of the blue something of this magnitude happened to Stiles after he has been being harassed with hate letters… it is something worth looking into" Malia replied.
