A/N: This chapter is written from Derek's narrative viewpoint, I want to give that a go so yea. If you have any ideas or suggestions let me know and reviews would be nice too. Thanks. Also this probably will be updated weekendly as my week is mostly chaotic and jammed pack so just a heads up.
What is this? Derek picked up on something he wasn't quite sure he had experienced before. It felt like pain, a lot of pain, anguish really mixed with regret, is that regret or shame or disappointment, hell knows. He couldn't pin point the exact emotions but he knew it was a bad mix, he could tell someone was in a bad way. His hero complex kicked in, whoever it is mustn't have left here to long ago, its dark, why were they out here in the forest anyway, he followed the trial of emotion his wolf senses were picking up, they were leading him darker in through the shrubbery.
Derek was perplexed at what was going on, normally if he picked up anything here it was like death or agony of a wild animal or something, or of a victim of the latest supernatural happenings in Beacon Falls. He soon found the causer of dark emotion he had sensed and this realisation caused him to feel some anguish too.
"Stiles! Stiles! God dammit Stiles wake up!" In a panic at finding the boy, Derek was at a loss of what to do. He worked out Stiles had hit his head, and that he must have hit it hard, the tangy iron smell of blood was strong and a red stream had dried on his face. "Stiles! Stiles! Can you hear me? Stiles, please Stiles!" He remained unresponsive, Derek didn't know what to do, he tried to shake him a little but to his dismay it did nothing.
Crap Stiles what have you done, what happened to you? What I'm I going to do? Shit. Fuck. Derek think, you have to do something, come on.
Derek picked the boy up, scooping him up into his arms, he only now realised how cold Stiles was, the night was cold alright but Derek doesn't normally realise these sorts of things. He carried on down the path he assumed Stiles had been following before whatever this was happened. He held him close hoping some of his heat would radiate to the boy. He was running now, hoping that he hadn't found him too late.
He saw Stiles' blue jeep up ahead, he didn't really like the car but right now it was a godsend. He quickly got Stiles into the passenger side and the engine started so the heating would come on. He found Stiles' jacket in the back and wrapped it around him. In the light of the car he could see the extent of his injuries, he had a gash to the side of the head but it didn't look too deep, and the boy had started shivering now. Shivering was a good sign, it meant his body wanted to fight to heat up.
Derek got in the car and started driving he didn't know where to go, to take him to the hospital or to take him to Scott's he knew Melissa was off tonight and she could help. He keep driving, they were both in the same initial direction anyway. Derek kept talking to the boy as he was driving hoping he would get a response. And just before he got in to town he did.
"Da…d" he mumbled hoarsely "I'm …sor…ry"
"Stiles! Stiles! You're okay, you're gonna be okay, I've got you, I'm gonna get you help" Derek spat out.
Thank God Stiles, you had me worried. Derek so wanted to ask him what had happened but he knew this wasn't the time, Stiles was sleeping in and out of consciousness, he needed help, he needed a doctor. Derek went ninety until he was at the hospital, he was determined, Stiles mightn't have been a wolf but in Derek's eyes he was still a member of the pack.
Stiles, where've you been recently, it dawned on Derek that he hadn't actually seen Stiles in ages, why haven't you been at pack meetings, fuck Derek you are a complete jackass, how did you not even realise you hadn't seen him in so long, yea he was sick but he wasn't sick this long, he couldn't have been, could he?
When he got to the hospital he wasted no time in getting Stiles in, he practically knocked people out of his way, Stiles' vulnerability was something Derek didn't really concern himself with, Stiles was in more danger being human, yes, but would he listen if anyone told him he can't help because of it, no he wouldn't.
The nurses got Stile's on to a trolley and he was taken to side room to get seen too. Derek knew Stiles was in good hands here, but he knew Stiles was hurt, not just physically, but emotionally, the strong negative emotion that lead Derek to him was evidence enough of that. Derek didn't know what to do, but he didn't have to deal with that now, he had to be helped medically for the superficial injuries first then he could sort something else out later.
Derek phoned Scott to let him know and before long he and Melissa were at the hospital too. He was glad Melissa came with Scott, it would be a greater comfort to the Sheriff when he got there and he'd probably take the news better from here anyway.
