(Hello everyone, so I found an easier way to post chapters. So would you guys like me to try and post at least a chapter a day. Now I can't promise it will be everyday, but I will try my hardest to keep up to date. I hate having to wait for stories so I wanted to try and make it as painless as possible. Anyway enough rambling, I'm not Stiles. =) well here you go.)
Stiles' p.o.v
I woke quickly when I felt an abrupt movement. I snarled and immediately started moving away from whatever it was. I pulled my fist back and tried punching, but my wrists were caught by two thick hands. I screamed and squirmed, trying to pull myself out of the grip. My vision finally focused.
Derek held my wrists between his hands. He was sitting next to me, starring intently at me. "Stiles?" He asked slowly.
I inhaled deeply and leaned forward. I pressed my forehead against his shoulder and breathed through my mouth.
He released my wrists.
I could feel pressure on my chest as I was forced back onto the bed.
"Rest" Derek mumbled. He picked up something off the side table and dipped it into a bowl that was sitting beside it.
Right after I figured out that it was a rag, it was pressed against my cheek. The rag was warm and it comforted me.
Derek rubbed my cheek with the warm water. "Take your shirt off" he commanded and dipped the rag back into the water. I could feel him grab my arm and help pull me up.
I rolled my eyes and swatted his hand away. "You're making me feel useless" I grumbled and pulled my shirt off.
He smiled slightly and wrung out the cloth. He turned toward me again, instead of washing my face he grabbed my arm. He lightly washed the blood that had dried on my arm. He then moved up and wiped underneath my mouth, which I had supposed had gathered a large amount of blood considering I coughed it up...several times. "Where is everyone?" I asked looking around.
"Cora, Peter, and Deucalion are upstairs. The rest of the pack is searching the school, they said a teacher is missing" he mumbled as he wiped down my chest.
"Did we find anyhing about who the Darach is?"
He shook his head and placed the rag back into the bowl. He looked over at me. "Can you walk?"
I pushed my torso off the bed "Derek, don't underestimate me. I can function just fine, its just that felt so damn good" I said and smirked at him.
He rolled his eyes and stood to his feet "okay, then come on" he stated.
"Wait. That doesn't mean I want to" I protested and ran my fingers through my hair.
He smirked lightly "I think you'd be pretty disappointed if you didn't go."
I sighed and threw my legs over the bed.
Derek smiled and walked over to his dresser. He came back with a black jacket. He handed it to me.
I glanced up at him "where the hell is my red hoodie. Don't get me wrong I love wearing things that smell like you, but that jacket symbolized me. Please don't tell me its ruined."
Derek chuckled "its fine, I'm just washing it there was blood on it. Now come on" he said impatiently as he shook the jacket in front of me.
I smiled and grabbed the jacket. I pushed my arms through and quickly zipped it up. I completely ignored the fact that I didn't have a shirt under the jacket. Like I had said I loved wearing things that was Derek's. It was always warm and it smelled just like him. I smiled in content and rose off the bed. I found my shoes and quickly slipped them on.
Derek was standing by the door waiting for me. "You ready?"
I nodded and followed behind him. I reached for his hand and laced mine into his.