Previously:

"Now that that's out of the way, let's talk about what's going to happen." Stiles's dad sat down where Scott was sitting moments ago. Stiles sighed but moved his head in agreement.

"Alright then; first off, you need help or at least someone to talk to." Opening his mouth to defend, he was wacked upside the head by Derek. His dad ignored it and continued. "Also there is going to be daily checks of your wrists and once I deem it fit, it'll change to weekly checks, and then so on and so forth. We will not be sending you to Eichen House; not after what….happened." The Sheriff uncomfortably squirmed in his seat before continuing. "No razors or knives or anything that you can hurt yourself with, and I trust that you'll tell me if something would be a potential weapon. And I'm well aware of the fact that I can't make you stop helping the pack, aka putting yourself into danger, so therefore I'm telling Derek that every time I'm not at home, he's responsible for you." That put everyone into a small shock but Lydia and Isaac quickly snapped out of it, leaving only Stiles and Derek himself in surprise.

"Me?"

"Yes you." Stiles's dad rolled his eyes. "You're the leader of the pack, I don't care if Scott is a true-alpha or not. You're the adult and thus you get Stiles as your responsibility. Plus I don't think Scott and Stiles are in a good friendship at the moment." The Sheriff looked at Stiles for confirmation and a small twitch of his son's head gave it. "Lydia and Isaac, please watch out for him at school. I don't know if anything's been happening but I can't always be there and Derek probably shouldn't be on school grounds."

"You got it sir." Isaac immediately agreed. Lydia, twirling on a piece of her strawberry blonde hair, shook her head in harmony.

"Good. One last thing though…." He looked Stiles dead in the eye, "you need to start talking and I mean talk…ramble…anything. I know we don't talk about…." a small cough came from the Sheriff, "her but I'm…" This time when Stiles began to talk, no one stopped him.

"Dad." His voice cracked. "You don't have to. I know it's painful." From the side of the bed, Lydia watched as tears began to show in Stiles's eyes but never fell.

"No," Sheriff Stilinski shook his head. "It's been a couple years…I shou—should be able to talk about it. Who knows? It might help me too." A soft, forced smile appeared on his face. Standing up, Stiles's father kissed his son on his forehead before walking over to the door. "I need to talk to the doctor's about how this is going to work. I'll be back shortly and we'll go home." Stiles smiled a little, but as soon as his father left, the smile dropped.

"I'm sorry guys." He whispered.

"Just don't do it again." Isaac replied as he visibly relaxed back into the chair he was sitting in with his legs sprawled out in front on him and his hands resting on his stomach. As Lydia glanced back and forth between the two teenage boys in front of her, she rolled her eyes, stood up, and grabbed Derek by his arm.

"We'll be right back with food." Before anyone could agree or disagree or anything, the two were out the door. Silence settled on the two boys in the room, both switching back and forth from opening their mouth to say something and then closing it. Finally, Stiles found the ability to speak.

"Thank you Isaac….for calling."

"It's no problem really…." Isaac trailed off as, once again, the memory dashed through his head. He broke out of his small trance when Stiles began shaking his head.

"It is a problem man…you heard my attempt. You heard everything that was going on and you live so far away that you couldn't have done anything because by the time you would've got there, I'd've bee-been dea-dead." Stiles brought his palms up to his eyes and wiped away the tears starting to fall again. He had done so much crying today and it was getting tiring.

"I did hear…" the teen wolf started off so softly that Stiles had to listen really carefully in order to hear him, "I heard the pain, the anguish. I heard the hate and hurt. I heard everything."

"Come here." Stiles tenderly demanded Isaac. Isaac let out a small whimper-like sound, but it was mostly due to the fact that he was emotionally breaking inside. Scooting over, Stiles patted the spot next to him which Isaac eagerly took, curling up next to him. Stiles, ignoring the small twinge of pain, moved his left arm to wrap around Isaac. Sure, Isaac wasn't a 'baby' or 'child' but he was one of the youngest of the wolves and with what he had to go through as a child, Stiles thought he deserved some comfort from the panic attack he might've given Isaac the night before. The two laid there in silence.

Right before Derek stepped through the doorway, he had a predisposition of what had happened. Sure enough, as he stepped through the door (with a small white container of food for Stiles) he saw the two (Isaac and Stiles) next to each other on the hospital bed sleeping, which made sense because when a pack member gets hurt, the other wolves provide comfort and help. Quietly he ushered Lydia, who was standing impatiently behind him, back. When she gave him a questioning look, he told her they were asleep. She smiled and sat in a nearby chair, motioning for him to do the same.

"So…" Lydia began just as he put a slice of his sandwich in his mouth, "you like Stiles." The fact that it was a statement and not a question, made Derek start to choke. After he was able to breath, he stared wide-eyed at her.

"You know?" This in turn, caused a classic Lydia eye roll.

"The whole town knows Derek." Seeing his slightly alarmed reaction, she set her hand on his wrist. "I'm kidding Derek." He seemed to relax, prompting Lydia to continue. "But anyone who knows both of you can clearly see that you care about each other."

"Wait…what?"

"You heard me Derek Hale. Stiles likes you. Why else would he keep you above water for a little over two hours? Why else would he try and comfort you on several occasions? Why else would he continue to place himself in danger for you?"

"I thought he was doing it for Scott." Derek reasoned.

"Derek you're an idiot. Has anyone ever told you that? It started off because of Scott becoming a werewolf but it became clear pretty quickly that he started being interested in you." Lydia picked up a piece of her own cheddar and lettuce sandwich and started to eat.

"But he liked you?"

"I was his cover story. I knew for years that Stiles was bisexual so maybe, in a way, he did have a huge crush on me but I just knew that he leaned more towards guys. I didn't see any problem with it." She shrugged and continued eating.

"Huh." Derek huffed before leaning back against the uncomfortable hospital chair, forgetting all about the sandwich in his lap.

Thank you so much for reading! :)

Over 50 comments! My jaw dropped.

I'm taking someone's suggestion and thus the next chapter will be in Scott's POV, starting from when he got the news of Stiles being in the hospital to just after Stiles yelled at him.

Question of this chapter: Will Stiles really talk about his mom/issues and if so, with who? :)

Also, I need a name for Stiles's father so I don't keep calling him Sheriff and whatnot. I was thinking John since a lot of writers tend to do that, but I wanted your input

(There is no right or wrong answer of course, I just love to see what you guys are thinking)

(: Thanks again