Chapter 10!

Healing Takes Time!

Stiles lay on his bed resting his eyes as Derek quietly walked into the hospital room. Stiles sniffled as he brought his bandaged hands to his face, the wolf watch as his witch lover curled in on himself his gauze covered hands over his face.

Derek could hear silent sobs coming from Stiles. "H-hey." Derek said interrupting the witches sobs.

Shocked Stiles jumped turning in a hurry his eyes red from crying. "Oh, Derek, I didn't hear you come in." Stiles said his voice horse quickly wiping his eyes with his cotton mittens.

"H-how are you feeling?" Derek asked not sure how to talk to Stiles.

"I-I'm good, H-how are you?" Stiles asked.

"Good." Derek responded quickly.

"And the pups are they good?" Stiles asked.

"Yeah their good." Derek said awkwardly sitting in the chair beside Stiles. "T-they miss you."

"I miss them too." Stiles smiled as the small talk began to get to him.

There was a small pause as Derek looked to the floor away from Stiles.

"Derek, I-." Stiles spoke trying to break the awkwardness between them.

"Yeah?" Derek immediately looked to Stiles.

"I don't know how-. T-to tell you-" Stiles said as his eyes began to swell again.

Derek just watched him, his brows furrowing in confusion.

"Stiles take a deep breath." Derek said trying to help.

Stiles nodded before taking in a breath and then exhaling. "I-I didn't do it on purpose!" Stiles said coming out wrong.

Derek's brows narrowed, he looked upset.

"That came out wrong. It wasn't me, the Cryix he did it." Stiles said watching Derek's expressions.

Derek's eyes softened. "Apart of me knew that, but I needed to hear it from you." Derek said standing from the chair and sitting on the bed beside Stiles wrapping his arms around the young witch and hugging him tightly.

"H-how did the demon get control?" Derek asked.

"Brien's spell, because he was force to leave my body, the spell I had on him was severed, t-that's the only reason I can find that makes any sense." Stiles said loving Derek's warmth.

"I was so worried about you. I'm so happy your okay."

"He knew I would be, somehow he knew I would survive."

"But how?"

"I don't know but he said something before he left me that made me think he knew I would live. I don't know how but he just knew." Stiles said sniffling, "He did what I wasn't able to do."

Derek smiled at that, knowing that Stiles would never try and kill himself for some demon.

"I-I love you Derek." Stiles whispered in their embrace.

"I love you too Stiles." Derek said pulling away to kiss him.

Their lips touched for the first time romantically, in such a very long, it felt like utter bliss being able to feel each others lips again. Stiles body melted into Derek as he let the wolf dominate his mouth, his warm tongue gliding over his bottom lip asking to enter his young lover. Derek made a small growl in his throat as he entered the witches lips, tasting his lover's essence for the first time in months. Stiles moaned as his gauze hands tried to grip onto Derek's shirt, but failing Stiles pulled away his lips now swollen from the passion between them.

"I-I've miss this" Stiles whispered.

"Me too." Derek agreed.

"I wish, I-I could use my hands." Stiles teased.

Derek chuckled as he leaned his forehead against Stiles. "There's plenty of time for that, once you've healed a bit more." Derek said his voice sounding sexy as fuck.

Stiles bit his lip hearing the lust in Derek's voice. He quickly moved to steal another kiss.

Derek's hand began to softly caress the small of his back before reaching under his hospital gown to his briefs, slowly slipping under and along his soft skin.

"Der, t-that feels nice." Stiles whimpered.

"Mmhm," Derek hummed before hearing foot steps coming towards the room. An angry growl escaped his throat as he bit his lip at the growing erection in his jeans. "someones coming."

Stiles pouted, his shoulders falling as Derek began to pull away.

"No." Stiles groaned wishing they would just go away.

There was a knock on the door before a middle aged Caucasian woman walked in with a warm smile on her face. She had long brunette hair that reached passed her shoulders up in a pony tail. Her eyes were blue, like the sea. She worse the light green nurses scrubs. She was the same height as Melissa maybe a little taller, she was pretty in shape for a nurse though, as she walked in with a cart with an assortment of tools, cotton balls, and swabs, a bowl of water and fresh gauze.

"How are you doing honey?" She asked her voice soft but stern.

"G-good." Stiles stuttered.

"My name is Patricia, I'm the nurse, that's going to be redressing your burns." She said with a hint of hurt in her eyes, as she walked the cart over the the bed. "Now I'm not going to lie to you, this is going to hurt a lot." She said glancing over to Derek. "Your friend is more then welcome to stay, it's actually better if you have someone to help you through this. But once it's over it will feel so much better. I promise." She said sincerely before pulling out a stool form the cart and setting it up in front of Stiles' bed.

She pressed a button on the side of the bed lowering the bed. Stiles looked worried to Derek who nodded sympathetically at him as he laid back and handed her his right hand.

Patricia took Stiles' hand and slowly began to undress the gauze. Stiles laid back looking over at Derek who watched the nurse.

Derek cringed at the sight of Stiles' hands the skin was already turning black like charcoal.

"You can scream as much as you want." Patricia said before taking a large pair of tweezers and began pulling up his skin.

Stiles' eyes widened in pain, his whole body tightened as the pain took over. "Ahhhh!" Stiles yelled, he knew it would hurt but this what unbelievably painful.

"Stiles you have to stay as still as possible." Patricia said between Stiles' screams.

"It fucking hurts!" He said looking to Derek.

Derek quickly hid his hand behind Stiles' neck, and began drawing the pain he was feeling out of him. He could feel the pain Stiles' was in and it even hurt him. He know understood what Peter must have felt while he was in a coma from the house fire.

Stiles began to calm a bit holding back his yells of pain as Derek took his pain. Allowing the witch some relief, even for a moment it was enough.

Stiles lay sedated with pain medication in his bed his eyes open and glossy from screaming and holding back his pain. His hands wrapped in new cotton mittens, as Derek sat with him holding him in his arms.

"D-Derek, I'm so sorry you had to take my pain." Stiles said, his voice sounding as though he was drunk.

"Don't apologize Stiles it's not your fault. I will always be here to take your pain, it's my job after all." Derek said placing a kiss on Stiles' forehead.

"I-I wish I c-could heal my self. It would be s-so much easier t-then ha-having to go through this." Stiles said looking dazed up at Derek.

Derek began to rub Stiles' chest.

"I-it feels n-n-numb now." Stiles stuttered.

"It's the pain meds the nurse gave you." Derek smiled.

"Ya, s-she was nice." Stiles said looking up at Derek again. "D-did you think Sh-she was nice Erek?

Derek smiled at Stiles' fumbling words. "Yes she was very nice, how about you try getting some sleep okay."

"Y-ya okay-ay, I like sleep. W-will you s-s-stay with me Der-Der?" Stiles said smiling at his own words.

"I won't leave your side." Derek said brushing his hand through Stiles' short hair.

"Yay!" Stiles said with much to happy smile. "Not even t-to pee?"

"Well maybe to pee."

"Oh wohkay." Stiles said closing his eyes with his large smile.

It wasn't to long that Stiles was out like a light.