Previously: He hadn't noticed how much blood he had lost, which was an overwhelming amount. "Help." Stiles whispered the word just as he heard sirens coming down his road.

Like all hospital scenes, it started with a sharp, highly annoying beeping sound. On the bed, Stiles laid motionless and while he was awake and very well aware of where he was, the refusal to make an acknowledgement was too strong. No. This wasn't supposed to happen.

Currently unknown to Stiles, when the paramedics had gotten to his house and had stormed up the stairs, he was nearly dead. They had to pull out the EMT to start his heart, not once but twice; once in his bedroom and the other in the ambulance. He had also received two blood transfusions to make up for the amount of blood he had lost.

The next thing to do, as Stiles seemingly rested, was to calm down the crazed Sheriff who had, somehow, gotten to the hospital before they even arrived and had demanded to see his son. Ms. McCall had trouble getting him calmed but eventually got him to walk to a room with her. Once there, she (under his permission) gave him an anesthetic to let him sleep and calm his nerves for an hour or two. This was done as a friend, not a nurse.

The real problem though, was Scott and Lydia, both who were literally going berserk in their own ways. Scott because his best friend was in the hospital and nothing was being said, even his mom had refused to say the reason. Lydia because, while it's platonic, she deeply cares for Stiles and can't stop blaming herself. When Stiles and her were younger, they took similar classes and occasionally (more likely than not) sat next to each other. At the time, she thought her eyes were playing tricks on her. Stiles? No way. The kid was super energetic all the time and never stopped smiling. So, being true to her "dumb" personality, Lydia brushed it off; yet another thing to add to the list of things she regrets. While she was well aware of the fact Scott had no clue as to why Stiles was admitted, she at lead had the common sense to knot it wasn't her place to tell him. It was Stiles's place. That is, if the extremely pissed off and concerned werewolf Derek Hale didn't rip the teenagers' best friend in half first.

"How dare you!" Derek roared, as he had a ton of difficulty holding back his werewolf side.

"What do you mean?" Scott asked defensively.

"You're just an idiot! Get out!"

"I'm not leaving Stiles!"
"You didn't seem to have a problem all those other times."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Scott's heart skipped a beat.

"You're a liar Scott and you know I can hear it."

"Listen, you don't know a thing about Stiles. You hate us."

"I don't hate you and I bet you anything I know Stiles way better than you do these days. Why don't you just go back to Kira?" Derek sneered, distaste and disgust. Who would leave a best friend like that?

"She's busy and she understands that I'm here for Stiles." Scott bickered back.

"No you aren't Scott," Derek shook his head, "otherwise you would've known that he se—"

"Derek, just relax okay?" Lydia butted in with the tone of voice saying that if he went any farther, Derek would have to deal with her. He gave a brief nod and turned to the door which Stiles laid behind, ignoring the stare from Scott. Every thought running through Derek's head was that Stiles was hurt.

It had been about another hour before a doctor came to see them. "Are any of you directly related to Mr. Stilinski?"

"I'm his cousin, Lydia." She gave a weak smile in attempt to show that the lie was real. The doctor bought it.

"I'm his boyfriend." Derek said before anyone else could speak. "And while I'm not family, we've been dating for a few years now. I'm sure you can understand what it means to me if I'm there for him." Hesitantly, the doctor nodded, oblivious to the shocked faces of Lydia and Scott.

"Normally we don't allow non-family members but this time…" the doctor looked around the hallway, "we'll make an exception. It's good for Mr. Stilinski to have people who love and care for him around."

"I'm his brother." Scott attempted but the doctor shook his head.

"Mr. McCall, your mother works her and has a photo of you on her desk. I'm sorry. Now if you wait just one moment, I need to go get Sheriff Stilinski." The second the doctor turned the corner, the two teenagers turned on Derek.

"His boyfriend?" Derek rolled his eyes at their childish question.

"What else am I suppose to say?" A small, barely noticeable, blush arose on his cheeks and he turned away from the group. When the doctor came back with a yawning Sheriff, they all gathered in Stiles's room. First off, Stiles couldn't fool Derek, who knew that Stiles was awake and listening in on every word said. Second, Derek couldn't concentrate on what the doctor was saying. His thoughts were concentrated on the fact that Stiles is awake which means he's healing and that Stiles was in the hospital and that Stiles was lying on the blank, white hospital bed that made Derek uncomfortable. So when the doctor finished, apparently, talking, Derek just nodded. Forgetting that there were other people in the room, as he was so focused on Stiles and the growing need to be next to him, Derek immediately went to Stiles's side (the doctor had left them alone at the moment for them to discuss plans). "Hey Stiles…" His voice was soft and it cracked a little on the end. "Don't do that to me. You scared the living hell out of me and you know how much it takes for something to do that. I was terrified when I got the call from Lydia and she was freaking out. So don't ever do that, not ever again. You hear me Stiles?" He leaned in closer to where only Stiles would be able to hear him. "I know you're awake Stiles and I know very well you can hear me. So you listen to me and you listen well, when I say you can come to me about anything, I mean anything. I don't mean for you to retreat back into yourself even farther and just ignore everything." Derek leaned back and out of his peripheral vision, saw Lydia and Sheriff Stilinski staring at him. Then a movement caught his eye. Stiles's hand twitched, as if it was reaching out for something to hold. Derek without delay put his hand in Stiles, ignoring the looks yet again. The touch seemed to give Stiles the strength to open his eyes and finally deal with reality.

"Hi."

So Stiles is awake.

Still no clue that he had called and how he had remained alive.

Don't worry, Scott's going to get what's coming for him. And it's not that I don't like Scott, because I think he's a cool character, it's just how I'm writing him.

Who do you think he called? (You'll find out next chapter)