It felt like I was out forever, like I had slept for months. Which given how intense the last few weeks have been I can't say I didn't enjoy it. When I did finally wake up I was blinded by white light. I cleared my throat and tried to move, but something held my leg in place. I tried jerking it away, but it was stuck on something. I started panicking, trying to flail my way out of my constriction.

"Stiles, it's me," I could hear my father say urgently.

I looked toward him, my body relaxing. I sat up and stared at him for a few seconds. I breathed deeply, events coming back to me.

"Are you okay son?"

I nodded slowly and ran a hand over my face. "Yeah...where...where's Derek?"

My father looked past me towards the back of the room.

I followed his gaze and almost leaped from the hospital bed.

Derek was kneeling on the ground surrounded by three different men. One held Derek's hands behind his back. One had a blade pressed against Derek's neck, forcing Derek's head upwards, and the other had a pistol pressed to his temple. Derek struggled to stay still, his breaths short and shallow. His nostrils flared and his lip was raised in a slight snarl, but his eyes were focused on me. The only thing I saw in his eyes were concern and relief.

I looked up at the men holding him. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

The man behind Derek, the one holding his hands, was the only one to speak. "Given that this werewolf harmed you, he will be slaughtered with your okay."

I scoffed, my eyes narrowing at the man. "Slaughtered? Harmed me?...Wow you guys are idiots. This werewolf saved my life. If it wasn't for him I would be wasting away in the woods."

"Don't pin this on us. We're doing our job. He came in with your blood on him."

"And? That doesn't justify holding a knife to his neck. He had my blood on him because he carried me from the woods. Your 'job' is no longer required here so I suggest you release him," I stated, eyeing each and everyone of them.

"He's just animal," the man muttered, looking down at Derek.

"Then you should be charged for animal abuse, or destruction of property, or assault...no matter what you label him as there will be a charge for harming him. I can promise you that," I stated slowly, my voice never faltering.

The men slowly backed off, releasing Derek.

Derek's arms dropped to his sides and his gaze dropped to the ground. He stayed kneeling, non moving.

I watched the men leave the room, one by one, praying they didn't cause anymore problems.

The minute the men were out the door, Derek stood up and walked over to the hospital bed.

I released a breath and leaned back against my headboard. I looked down at my arms. Slashes were scattered along my arms from the blade that Kate had used. My leg was in a cast and up in a sling. I couldn't feel anything, but I wasn't sure if that was just because of the pain medicine. "What happened?"

My father placed his hand on my arm. "You were in rough shape when Derek found you in the woods. He brought you straight here where they called me. The doctor said you'll be off your feet for a few weeks, but that you will be able to go home tomorrow. I'm already launching an investigation to find Kate," he stated slowly.

I nodded and looked up at Derek. "Are you okay?"

His eyes traveled the length of me, hesitating on my cast. He looked at me, examining my face. "I'm fine," he muttered, his eyes averting from mine. He looked down, his hand clasped behind his back, his shoulders tensing.

I wanted to say something else to him, but my dad started talking before I could.

"You won't be working for a while Stiles. Which I'm pretty sure you already knew that. Don't worry about anything though," he stated slowly.

My father was telling the truth, he had worked everything out. He left the hospital that night to go to the station and then to get some sleep. Derek stayed, he probably could of gone with my father since he was capable, but he decided to stay with me. A part of me worried about him, worried that Kate would try to attack him. The other part of me knew that my dad had a weapon with him at all times and that he was very well capable of taking care of himself. Besides Melissa with him most of the time anyway, when she wasn't checking in on Scott.

I probably could relax about Kate, her plan had worked. I was harmed and Derek was moping in the corner. Clearly this affected him, I wasn't sure in what way though. He was tense all the time again, and he wouldn't look me in the eye.

That night was full of restless sleep and annoying beeping. The smell bothered me the most, it was terrifyingly familiar. I kept waking up to the sound of muffled voices outside my room.

Derek was sitting in the closest chair, his arms crossed and his head tipped back against the couch. He looked so uncomfortable, but so peaceful at the same time.

By the morning I probably got three hours of sleep, the rest were spent staring at the ceiling listening to the heart monitor buzz.

My father got to the hospital really early, Melissa right behind him. I introduced Melissa to Derek, who shook his hand and talking to him like he was an actual person.

I could see Derek loosen up a little more.

Melissa didn't stay long because she had a shift today, which required her to be on the floor dealing with much more important cases than me.

"Alright Stiles. The doctors said as soon as breakfast is over they're going to get started on your paperwork then you will be able to go home," my father stated and plopped down in a nearby chair.

I breathed out. "Finally."

There was a light tap on the door, just before a small nurse tiptoed in. She placed a tray on my side table and smiled at me.

"Excuse me?" I asked as I eyed the tray clearly made for one person.

The nurse stopped and turned toward me. "Yes, Mr. Stilinski."

"I don't know if this would be possible but, could I get an extra fork?" I asked and smiled at her.

She nodded quickly. "Of course. For your father?"

I paused and watched her, my smile fading. "No."

She glanced wearily at Derek before her eyes returned to me. "For your...dog?"

I narrowed my eyes at her. "For my werewolf? Yes," I clarified.

"Oh well I can't do that. It's prohibited for the hospital to waste food on his kind," she stated, her whole demeanor changing, becoming defensive.

I could sense Derek stiffen next to me. I stared her down. "His kind? What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

My father put his hand on my shoulder. "Stiles I'll go and pick something up. It's fine," he tried calming me down.

"No it's not fine. He should be able to eat like any human here can. This is ridiculous. Here Derek," I stated and grabbed the steak off my tray. I handed it over to Derek, who took it quickly. I could tell he was holding in a smile and I could tell I was close to saying something stupid to this nurse.

The nurse paused and eyed me. She opened her mouth to say something.

"Say it...I dare you," I warned.

She straightened her blouse before she stomped out.

I inhaled a deep breath and grabbed the pudding cup off the tray. I grabbed the spoon and stabbed the paper.

"Half of me wants to say good job son, but if the way your stabbing that cup is any indication how you feel right now...I think I should just stay quiet."

I glanced over at my father and chuckled.

Derek sat the empty plate on my tray and smiled at me.

It wasn't long after that when we left the hospital. My father pushed me in the wheelchair as Derek walked alongside me, his head down. He wasn't allowed to push me or drive, so my father had to do both.

When we got to the house, my father pulled me up the stairs in the wheelchair with Derek subtly helping. We got inside with almost no trouble and my father turned toward me.

"Alright, I've got to go into the station again and check on everything," he mumbled and ran his hand through his hair.

I looked up at him. "Are you getting any sleep? Dad you should go home and rest."

He looked rough, almost as rough as I felt. "No...not while Kate is still out there roaming the streets."

I sighed slowly and looked down. As much as I wanted Kate to be found, I wanted my dad to be healthy more. Of course I knew he wouldn't do that, he was my father after all. He was probably more stubborn than I ever was.

"Lydia will be over in the next few days to pick up groceries for the house. You know her, she jumped on the idea for shopping for someone else. So...expect more than just food," he stated and smiled. He leaned down into my chair and wrapped his arms around me.

I embraced him as well, feeling like a frail child that had broken their leg playing ball. This was way more serious though. I had to remind myself that I could have been murdered, which would of ruined Kate's plan. I'm sure she could and would come up with something else regardless if things go her way or not.

We said our goodbyes and my father left. I just wanted to pass out right in my wheelchair. The lack of sleep from the night before was slamming into me.

I grabbed onto my wheels and turned toward Derek. "You think I can pop a wheelie in this thing?"

Derek rose his eyebrows at me. He tried to keep a straight face, but a slight smile broke through.

I chuckled lightly before I rolled myself over to the stairs. "Alright all jokes aside I'm going to bed. I don't even care that it's like twelve o'clock," I stated and stopped at the base of the stairs. I grabbed the railing with both hands and stood up with my good leg. There was a slight ache that traveled through my leg, but that faded away quickly. That freaking medicine was powerful. I balanced on my good leg and hopped closer to the first stair. I was about to lift myself up onto the first stair when I was literally scooped off my feet. I yelped as my body was lifted off the ground, bridal style.

Derek didn't pay much attention to my yelp of protest. He just continued up the stairs.

"What are you doing?" I questioned, squinting up at him.

He glanced down at me for a brief second before his gaze returned in front of him. "I'm not going to let you hobble up the stairs, step by step," he stated, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

I huffed out a breath, but I have to admit being carried up the stairs felt way better.

He carried me up the stairs and into my room, without saying a word. When he got close to my bed, he stopped and bent down. He gently sat me on the edge of the bed. He held onto my arm for a second longer, stabilizing me before he took a step back.

I opened my mouth to say something, but my mind went completely blank. I wanted to make some sort of sarcastic remark to ease the awkwardness, but I didn't know if that would make it worse.

Derek stared at me for a few seconds, before his eyes trailed the ground. He turned quickly and walked out my room.

I released a breath and ran my hand through my hair. I probably just freaked him out because I couldn't be normal about what had just happened. What I am freaking out about though, he was the one that did it.

Before I could freak myself out anymore Derek walked in, pushing my wheelchair in front of him. He parked it in reaching distance.

"Thank you," I stated and grabbed my cast. With my hands I lifted my leg off the ground and moved it onto the bed. I then moved my good leg onto the bed and laid back.

Derek nodded slowly. "I'll be in my room. Just call if you need anything, okay?" he stated, eyeing my leg for a brief second.

I nodded and watched him inhaled a deep breath before he walked out the room once more.

I tried to just relax and close my eyes, but my leg was heavy and I could barely move it. I felt paralyzed and that freaked me out more than anything. I inhaled a deep breath, I couldn't freak myself out. This was what Kate would of wanted, me to completely break and crumble. I shut my eyes and let my body relax. I didn't think about the fact that my leg was weighed down by a cast or that the reason I had that cast was because someone had shattered my shin. Nope, only happy thoughts.