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Chapter 28

Stiles

There was beeping.

Lots of beeping.

Beeping and dripping and noise. My head was already pounding, as if my skull was keeping a marching band prison, letting the drums beat against the bone there. But there was talking.

Voices started to become clearer, closer... And I didn't recognise them.

Slowly, I began to open my eyes, squinting as a blinding light came into view.

Why was it so bright?

Blinking, I tried to get my eyes used to the light, as well as trying to get used to the voices that were ripping through my ear drums.

Why were they so loud?

Everything hurt. My head. My stomach.

I felt weak. Weaker than I ever had before...

What was wrong with me?

It was then a hand touched my arm.

"NO! GET AWAY FROM ME!" I yelled, pulling my arm back and pushing myself away, as my eyes snapped open. "GET OFF ME!"

The voices were talking again, hands on me, trying to keep me down.

Panic.

That's all I felt.

Painful panic that gripped my chest and heart, squeezing so hard it felt like I couldn't breathe.

"STOP! NO! I'M SORRY!" I screamed as something was ripped from my arm, causing me to howl in pain. "HELP!"

I yelled and screamed and begged.

But it didn't work.

They continued to hold me down, all of them yelling.

It was all just noise that I couldn't understand; noise that I knew to fear.

Where was I?!


Derek

We – the entire Pack and I – had been waiting ever since we had brought Stiles to the hospital.

Gabriel and Ben were in custody, after Peter and I had explained what we had seen to the officers that turned up, after Allison had called them... They just needed a statement from Stiles and to take record of the evidence so the police department could take action.

Peter or I were to call them as soon as Stiles woke up and was able to sit up on his own and talk.

But even with his healing, it would take a while... None of us, not even Stiles, knew what it was about his fox side that slowed down the healing process, making it quicker than a human yet slower than a werewolf... But whatever the reason, it would probably be the same as why Stiles could get drunk. It could be the same reason as to how scars were still left on him, how humans were able to hurt him.

It was near quiet in the waiting room near Stiles' private room. The only sounds coming from the footsteps and quite murmuring and the odd drip... But other than that, nothing.

"NO! GET AWAY FROM ME!" a yell came from the room across the hall. "GET OFF ME!"

"Stiles." I muttered.

I was up and out of my seat in no time, running across the short space between the waiting room and Stiles' room, running past the nurses trying to stop me.

The only thing running through my mind was that I had to get to Stiles.

Too much had happened to him already, and we – I – was doing a piss poor job at looking after him!

I pushed and pulled away those that were trying to pin Stiles to the bed, trying to stop him from hurting himself, holding in a growl all the while.

How stupid were these people?!

"Sir? Sir! Please, sir, you have to leave." one nurse said from behind me. "Sir!

Some tried to pull me back.

Some stepped away.

I chose to ignore all of them, focusing my attention on the scared boy thrashing and screaming on the hospital bed.

"STOP IT, PLEASE!" he cried, tears trailing down over his cheeks, his eyes clenched tight. "I'M SORRY!"

I expected the whine my wolf made, but I never thought I would have to hold one back from escaping my throat.

Slowly, as carefully as I could, I reached my hand out, gently placing it on Stiles' forearm.

The whimper emitted from the kid would have broken down even the toughest of people... It definitely would have broken down the walls that my great grandfather – one of the most feared Alphas – built up around himself and his emotions.

"Sir, please leave." another nurse said. "You're distressing the patient.

A hand tried to pull me back, and this time I couldn't contain the growl.

"Please don't hurt me." he begged, voice wavering as he cowered back into the pillows.

"Stiles... I'm not going to hurt you." I muttered, just loud enough for him to hear. "You have to calm down."

The creases on Stiles' forehead smoothed out and slowly his eyes opened.

His heart was still going a mile a minute, but it had decreased slightly from when I had first walked into the room.

"D-Derek?" he whispered, voice breaking.

"Yeah, it's me." I nodded, tightening my grip on his arm slightly.

"Wh-Where am I?"

"In the hospital."

Stiles' heartbeat spiked again, and I placed my free hand onto his shoulder.

The smell of fear and panic and just complete distress filled the room, almost chocking me as I stood there beside him. It put my wolf even more on edge than he was already...


Stiles

The hospital.

I was in the hospital.

I never liked this place...

First it was because of my mother dying from stomach cancer... Then it was because I had to be treated for the multiple injuries given to me by my father and Zane.

I moved my left arm – the limb feeling heavy as I did so – until my hand could grip Derek's wrist.

I watched as Derek turned slightly to face the nurses behind him, the ones that had been extremely quiet ever since I had started to calm down a bit.

"Melissa McCall. I want her to be the one to treat my friend here." Derek said, calmly and coldly. "At least then I know we won't end up in this situation again."

For a moment, they all stood there staring silently, eyes wide and mouths hanging open slightly... None of them moved until Derek cleared his throat.

I liked the idea of having Melissa be the one to take care of me... At least she knew what I was and didn't believe in all those stupid rumours. Besides, Melissa was nice to me, she would talk to me.

As soon as the room was clear, Derek took his hand off of my shoulder, dragging a chair over to sit next to my bed, keeping his other hand on my forearm.

"What happened?" I asked, quietly. "The last thing I remember was... The last thing I remember, they were talking to me.

"If I tell you, will you tell me what happened?" Derek questioned, slowly.

Swallowing down the fear that was starting to bubble up, I nodded minutely. They were going to find out somehow anyway, so it might as well be from me.

"We heard something coming for deeper within the forest... When Isaac found that you were gone, we thought something was wrong. So we ran out there." Derek told me, quietly. "By the time we got there, you had already passed out. Bloody, bruised... Your jeans were halfway down your legs."

My heart practically stopped beating in my chest, and I could feel the blood start to drain from my face.

"We got there just in time. Any longer and they would have..." Derek cut himself off before he could finish the thought, collecting himself before going on. "Allison called the station, Peter and Jackson got the two boys off of you, and I made sure you got here. You've been out of it for five hours."

I released a breath that I didn't realise I was holding, knowing that they did nothing more than what I was awake for.

Knowing that people that cared for me had arrived just before anything else could happen.

"They jumped me, while I was walking...threw me on the ground. It was looking so much like the nightmare I had of Zane and Gabriel..." I admitted, not looking Derek in the eyes. "They both kept quoting Zane... Gabriel called me a 'little, frigid, teasing bastard', he told me to beg..."

More tears rolled down my face, running into my hairline as I lay back, trying not to lose my composure.

"They were hitting me, and I was panicking..." I sighed, voice shuddering. "It reminded me of Dallas, so much, and I...I couldn't stop them. I was having another panic attack; I could feel myself losing consciousness. Ben got a hand under my shit, using it to help him rock into me. The last thing I remember was Ben's hand reaching for the zipper on my jeans."

I wiped viciously at my eyes with the hand that wasn't clutching at Derek's wrist.

"I'm going to have to tell the officers that, aren't I?" I sighed, voice cracking.

Derek just nodded, holding onto my forearm tighter.

I chose to ignore the nurses and doctors that had gathered outside the door, listening in.


I had broken and bruised ribs, a black eye, concussion, multiple cuts, bruised jaw, broken nose; I had lost blood and the thing that had been ripped from my arm earlier had been the drip that was retuning my blood level back to normal...and it seemed that I was the one who ripped it out, while I was panicking...

I was going to be confined to the hospital for, at least, two weeks, and then have to be house bound for another one, maybe more. Which meant, more time off of school. It was a good thing that I knew more than people actually knew.

I had woken up in pain a lot during the night and was given morphine to help dull it down... But I could still feel it all.

Melissa had talked with me until she had to leave, happily discussing anything that came to mind. We talked about the Pack, mostly, not that we used the words 'Pack' or 'werewolves'.

The rest of the hospital staff just seemed to be civil whenever they had to interact with me, asking and doing what was necessary before leaving. None of them mistreating me in anyway, in fear that Derek would bite their heads off.

It was two days after the attack, two days after I had been brought into the hospital – on Monday, February 17th – that Peter and Derek stopped by with a few bags. The entire Pack came to visit, every day, but since it was a Monday, only the two Hales could stop by.

"We don't want you to die of boredom, my boy." Peter smirked, seeing the confused look I sent the bags in their hands. "You have your laptop, your art equipment, and I believe Derek has hold of your guitar."

"Thank you!" I grinned, as Peter set my art stuff and laptop on the table next to me, and Derek let my guitar – in its case – lean against the side of my bed. "It's like you read my mind!"

"No, we just know how a young man feels trapped in a place like this."

I nodded, smiling sadly at the pair I had recently discovered I had known since I was young.

I could see the change in Peter now. See how he guarded himself more, how he wasn't as enthusiastic about everything as before... Even though he joked and sassed like no one else I had ever met, I could see the pain behind every word.

And Derek... The once carefree boy that I had known was replaced with the hardened Alpha that he was now. Sure, the others had told me he was better than he was before, but he was nothing like the Derek I had known...

Just as I wasn't the same person they used to know.

"How you feeling?" Derek asked as both Hales pulled chairs up to the side of the bed that my guitar wasn't resting against and sat down.

"Like shit, but I've had worse." I shrugged. "Been in a coma before, almost died before I left Dallas. I'll survive."

Peter and Derek copied the sad smile I had just a moment ago, choosing not to say any more on the subject.

But I didn't quite want there to be silence... At least not right now.

"I hope you're not missing me too much." I grinned, ignoring the sharp pain in my jaw.

"Oh, don't worry, my boy." Peter quipped. "We hardly realise you're gone."

"Sure it's not just you old man? In your age, your hearing and sight must be terrible."

Peter's retort was lost by the snort of laughter coming from his nephew. Derek tried to school his features, tried not to be so amused...but the way Peter hit him around the back of the head proved Derek had failed to do just that...

"So, when do I have to talk to the cops?" I asked, after Derek had calmed down and Peter had stopped glaring. "Kinda want to get it over and down with ASAP."

The two Hales looked to each other for a moment, seeming to have a conversation without having to talk... I remember being able to do that with my mom, being able to talk to tell her what I wanted without having to actually to say anything and vice versa.

I stayed silent as they did this, knowing family moments shouldn't be interrupted...no matter what they were about.

"I can give them a call now, if you would like." Peter told me, slowly.

I didn't need to think about it.

The sooner I told the cops, the sooner I didn't have to talk about it anymore.

I nodded, giving the older Hale a small, grateful smile before he disappeared out of my room, saying he would be back in a few minutes.

Derek was then the only one in the room with me.

"If you want, Peter and I can stay here." Derek told me after a minute or two of silence. "When you're talking to the cops, I mean."

I just nodded again, reaching over with my hand to grasp his wrist, just like I did when I first woke up in this room.

"Thank you." was all I said.


About an hour and a half later, the cops left my hospital room. They had my statement, they had a copy of the medical report and they had pictures of the visible damage that was done. They had copies of x-rays; they had witness statements as well.

They had everything they needed...

Thankfully, the two cops that came to talk to me seemed to be two of the nice ones. I wasn't good with cops... Back in Dallas, the loathed me, but tolerated me because of my dad... Here? Well, with all the rumours, they probably hated me too.

But the two that talked to me...they were professional. They didn't let these rumours and stories get in the way of their jobs of cloud their judgement. And for that, I was happy.

I mean, they even let Peter and Derek stay in the room with me! That had been the first clue that those guys were alright.

Derek and Peter had to leave a few hours later, so they could get the Pack. Since some of them didn't drive – Isaac, Erica, Boyd – and others were working on their cars – Jackson, Danny – the two Hales were the ones in charge of making sure they got to school on time and back home safely.

So, I was on my own for a while.

And while I liked the silence, while I liked the solitude...I didn't really want to be alone. I liked being a part of something.

But I guess I needed to time alone. Even if it was only a few minutes.

I didn't think about it, I just reached over and grabbed my guitar, pulling it up onto the bed so I could unzip it and take out my guitar, guitar pick and capo. Since I was sitting up, it was easy to slip the strap over my head.

It was already perfectly in tune, though I always checked, just in-case it had been knocked slightly.

It didn't take long before I decided on a song to sing and play.

"When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fucking special
But I'm a creep,
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
"

When I had first found this song – Creep by Radiohead –, I had listened to it for weeks on end. All the time, just listening to it.

"I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I'm not around
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep,
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
"

I thought it described me pretty well, you know...

"She's running out the door
She's running out
She run, run, run, run
Run
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep,
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here.
"

I liked it... It was a song that I identified with...especially the chorus.

I mean, think about it. I was a creep, I was a weirdo. I didn't really belong here; I didn't really belong anywhere for that matter...

Sighing, I realised that the song had done the opposite to keeping me occupied and, you know, cheerful... I mean, obviously I would find a way to do that!

So, shaking my head, I thought of different one. Country Girl by Luke Bryan to be exact.

"Hey girl, go on now
You know you've got everybody looking
Got a little boom in my big truck
Gonna open up the doors and turn it up
Gonna stomp my boots in the Georgia mud
Gonna watch you make me fall in love
Get up on the hood of my daddy's tractor
Up on the toolbox, it don't matter
Down on the tailgate, girl, I can't wait
To watch you do your thing
"

Yeah, I liked country songs, whatever. I liked pop and rock and metal and country...

"Shake it for the young bucks sitting in the honky-tonks
For the rednecks rocking 'til the break of dawn
The DJ spinning that country song
Come on, come on, come on
Shake it for the birds, shake it for the bees
Shake it for the catfish swimming down deep in the creek
For the crickets and the critters, and the squirrels
Shake it to the moon, shake it for me girl
Aw, country girl, shake it for me
Girl, shake it for me, girl, shake it for me
Country girl, shake it for me
Girl, shake it for me, girl, shake it for me
"

I think Peter and Derek still hadn't got over the fact that I was singing a county song in the kitchen on New Years Eve, when I was baking...

"Somebody's sweet little farmer's child
That got it in her blood to get a little wild
Ponytail and a pretty smile
Rope me in from a country mile
So come on over here and get in my arms
Spin me around this big ole barn
Tangle me up like grandma's yarn
Yeah, yeah, yeah
"

I never cared about the genre of the songs I listened to... As long as the song was good, then I didn't care.

"Shake it for the young bucks sitting in the honky-tonks
For the rednecks rocking 'til the break of dawn
For the DJ spinning that country song
Come on, come on, come on

Shake it for the birds, shake it for the bees
Shake it for the catfish swimming down deep in the creek
For the crickets and the critters and the squirrels
Shake it to the moon, shake it for me girl
Country girl, shake it for me
Girl, shake it for me, girl, shake it for me
Country girl, shake it for me
Girl, shake it for me, girl, shake it for me
"

What was funny, though, was that, back in Dallas, if I was ever listening to this song, a few of the girls in my school – the ones that didn't avoid me – thought I was straight... It was kind of funny. Well, until Zane found out about it...

"Now dance, like a dandelion
In the wind on the hill underneath the pines
Yeah, move like the river flows
Feel the kick drum down deep in your toes
All I wanna do is get to holding you
And get to knowing you, and get to showing you
And get to loving you 'fore the night is through
Baby, you know what to do
"

But I didn't have to worry about that anymore. Right? I mean...Derek and everyone; they'd look out for me. Right?

"Shake it for the young bucks sitting in the honky-tonks
For the rednecks rocking 'til the break of dawn
For the DJ spinning that country song
Come on, come on, come on
Shake it for the birds, shake it for the bees
Shake it for the catfish swimming down deep in the creek
For the crickets and the critters and the squirrels
Shake it to the moon, shake it for me girl
Aw, country girl, shake it for me
Girl, shake it for me, girl, shake it for me
Country girl, shake it for me
Girl, shake it for me, girl, shake it for me
Country girl, shake it for me
Girl, shake it for me, girl, shake it for me
Country girl, shake it for me
Girl, shake it for me, girl, shake it for me.
"

Of course, it had to be then that I looked up and found the Pack standing just outside of the door, smiling at me.


It was the next day – Tuesday, February 18th – that I was alone in my room. Derek and Peter were stopping by around one that afternoon and, at the moment; it was only nine seventeen in the morning.

From the night before – after the Pack had left, because visiting hours were over – up to the point of having to go to sleep, I had drawn so much that my wrist was almost throbbing.

But I was bored.

So, the only thing that I could do was pick up my guitar and sing.

"It don't matter what plans I've got, I can break 'em
Yeah I can turn this thing around at the next red light
And I don't mind tellin' all the guys I can't meet 'em
Hell, we can all go raise some hell on any other night
Girl I don't care, oh I just gotta see what you're wearin'
Your hair, is it pulled up or fallin' down
Oh I just have to see it now
"

Yeah, that's right; it was another country song being sung. Crash My Party by Luke Bryan.

"If you wanna call me, call me, call me
You don't have to worry 'bout it baby
You can wake me up in the dead of the night
Wreck my plans, baby that's alright
This is a drop everything kinda thing
Swing on by, I'll pour you a drink
The door's unlocked, I'll leave on the lights
Baby you can crash my party anytime
"

Most of the songs I liked, I had found when I was avoiding going home after school.

"Ain't a spot downtown that's rockin' the way that you rock me
Ain't a bar that can make me buzz the way that you do
I could be on the front row of the best show
And look down and see your face on my phone
And I'm gone, so long, hang on
I'll meet you in a minute or two
"

It wasn't like dad ever noticed when I wasn't around, only when I was. But as long as he didn't find out about me listening to things like this, I was fine...

"If you wanna call me, call me, call me
You don't have to worry 'bout it baby
You can wake me up in the dead of the night
Wreck my plans, baby that's alright
This is a drop everything kinda thing
Swing on by, I'll pour you a drink
The door's unlocked, I'll leave on the lights
Baby you can crash my party anytime
"

But now... Now I got to listen to anything I wanted. Watch whatever I wanted. Do whatever I wanted.

"If it's two in the mornin' and you're feelin' lonely
And wonderin' what I'm doin'
Go ahead and call me, call me, call me
You don't have to worry 'bout it baby
You can wake me up in the dead of the night
Wreck my plans, baby that's alright
This is a drop everything kinda thing
Swing on by, I'll pour you a drink
The door's unlocked, I'll leave on the lights
Baby you can crash my party anytime
Baby you can crash my party anytime.
"

So I was definitely enjoying these songs so much more than I used to.

Sighing a little, I leant back into the pillows, closing my eyes.

Well, that was until I heard a weak heartbeat in my room. Opening my eyes again and turning my head towards the door, I found a young girl – no more than eight – standing there, playing with the sleeve of her hospital gown.

She had long black hair that curled at the bottom of her back; dark blue eyes that seemed full of life, even if her pale face seemed to have started to cave in.

"Hello." she said, smiling shyly as she stepped further into my room. "I'm Emily."

"Stiles." I nodded. "Are you alright?"

Emily nodded, taking another step closer to me.

"It's just, yesterday; my friends and I heard you singing." Emily mumbled. "Everyone gets really bored on the children's ward and... Well, we were wondering if...you would come sing for us?"

"What?!" I shrieked.

"We were wondering if you would come sing for us." she repeated, a little more confident now, a small smile on her face and wide eyes. "Please? We're all so bored and...well, who doesn't like songs?"


Derek

Peter and I had decided to stop by early, just so Stiles wouldn't be too bored for too long. The rest of the Pack were with us – there had been a small fire at the university, but it was enough to send all students home – and they had been far too anxious to leave behind until later that evening.

My uncle and I had both spent time in a hospital, admittedly Peter had spent more... But we both knew how agitated someone could get while inside, how lonely and fed up someone could get.

I couldn't let someone go through that when I knew I could prevent it.

So, we all walked through the halls, knowing the way by heart already. I had been to this part of the hospital many times when I was a child, since many humans in our Pack would get injured. Not from us though! It was always from falling out of trees or tripping or encountering arrogant little shits from their school.

Jonas, Layla, Alexandra and Nathan were the only humans in our Pack. Courageous, loyal, funny and just amazing people. They weren't of a blood relation, but they were family. To the whole Pack.

Jonas and Layla had been celebrating fifteen years of marriage at the time of the fire... Their twin's – Alexandra and Nathan – had only been six years old at the time, their seventh birthday not too far away. I treated the twins as if they were my cousins, and their parents as an uncle and aunt... I had watched the twins grow up, helping in whichever way I could to look after them. Just like Jonas and Layla helped to look after Laura, Cora and myself.

Shaking my head slightly, my Pack and I came up to Stiles' room.

But he wasn't there.

I could sense the panic immediately, all of us thinking the same thing: he freaked out and ran.

"Excuse me; do you know where Mr Stilinski has gone?" I heard Peter ask one of the nurses walk by.

Even though my uncle's voice was calm and polite, nothing could cut through the scent of worry and panic and fear coming off of him in waves. The same scent was coming off each one of my Betas, hell, probably even me too!

None of us wanted to see Stiles leave.

None of us wanted to see Stiles hurt.

"Last time anyone saw him, he was heading down to paediatrics." the woman replied. "One of the girls was pretty much dragging him there."

That was all we needed to know before we were sprinting along the hallways.

I wondered about what we would find there.

Could it have been some sort of creature that had disguised itself as a young, ill child, luring Stiles into a trap?

Were we going to find him lying on the floor dead or dying?

Was Stiles going to be missing?

Would Stiles have freaked out there and done any damage? Revealing what he was?

The possibilities were endless, and I couldn't get to the children's ward quick enough.

But, by the time I reached the doors? I could only say one thing.

"Is this actually happening?" I breathed.


Stiles

I should have known I couldn't resist puppy eyes. I mean, if I couldn't say no to Isaac's or Scott's, then I should have known I couldn't resist Emily's.

That was how I found myself in paediatrics, sitting in a chair in front of the only four kids in the place – two boys and two girls.

Emily introduced me to: Amelia, a nine year old blonde girl with green eyes; Arthur, a blonde five year old with light, cloudy blue eyes; Jason, the four year old boy with red hair and brown eyes, that I met at Red Lion Family Pizzeria, in Magalia, the first time I had gone there – the kid I helped who had a bitch of a mother.

Jason had been excited to see me again, running up and hugging my legs as soon as I hobbled through with my guitar.

Already I had sung five songs – both from Disney, which I couldn't help but love – the four kids in front of me singing along too.

It was – dare I say it – kind of...cute. And the kids weren't half bad.

I was just about to ask what one they wanted next, when...

"What are you doing?!" a shrill voice shrieked.

I sighed, hanging my head down, I placed my guitar down and started to think about the Pack and my mom, trying to stay calm.

"Momma." Jason groaned. "Stiles only sing with us."

"No! I won't stand for this! Get away from my child!" another parent, this time a father, demanded.

Nodding, I stood up, groaning slightly and clutching at my ribs as I did so.

"I don't want to cause any trouble, I'm sorry." I told them, reaching out to take my guitar.

"NO!"four voices yelled.

The next thing I knew, I had little arms clinging to me, gripping me as tight as they could in their weakened states. I stayed still so I didn't hurt them... That was the last thing I wanted to do.

"Stiles stay!" Arthur protested, glaring at the man – most likely his father from his appearance – that had demanded I 'get away; from them.

"He's been nothing but nice to us!" Amelia defended.

"Besides, we asked him to come down here." Emily cried.

"Like Stiles!" Jason nodded.

"Stiles is friend!" Arthur whimpered.

As the four kids kept clinging to me and trying to force their parents to let me stay, their breathing started to become laboured, some of them coughing violently.

Instantly, their parents and I started to panic – something which shocked the adults indeed, since they thought I couldn't and wouldn't give a crap. I tried to get them to calm down, tried to get them to just breathe...

But nothing was working.

"OK, HE CAN STAY!" a woman – most likely Amelia's mother – yelled out, silencing the four children.

"I... What?" I muttered, sure I heard wrong.

"You can stay. Just... I can't see my baby like this!"

Slowly, and reluctantly, the other parents agreed, noticing that with the declaration of Amelia's mother, the kids had started to calm down a little.

As soon as all parents had agreed, their breathing had started to return to normal and only the slight cough was heard every now and then.

"Please, continue with what you were doing." Emily's father – I assumed – told me. "As long as you don't mind us staying."

"They're your children." I told them. "Why would I mind?"

All parents – even some of the staff – seemed surprised by my answer, but I paid them no mind. Instead, I sat down as slowly as I could, groaning and wincing from the pain as I did so, before pulling my guitar back into my lap.

"Ok, what one now?" I asked the four, as they sat back down.

"Kiss The Girl, from The Little Mermaid!" Amelia giggled, grinning widely.

"Fine, but I'm not doing the accent. Believe me, I've tried it, it's difficult to do. Now, I'm probably going to need your help again."

The four of them all scrambled up to their knees, sliding closer. I waited for them all to settle and nod before I started playing.

"There you see her
Sitting there across the way
She don't got a lot to say
But there's something about her
And you don't know why
But you're dying to try
You wanna kiss the girl
"

As soon as I started playing and singing all of their faces just...lit up. Emily was right about what she said when she had come to me.

"Yes, you want her
Look at her, you know you do
Possible she wants you too
There is one way to ask her
It don't take a word
Not a single word
Go on and kiss the girl
"

The massive grins on their faces told me that they were going to join in with me next... Though I already knew that they were going to sing with me on the chorus'.

"Sha la la la la la
My oh my
Look like the boy too shy
Ain't gonna kiss the girl
Sha la la la la la
Ain't that sad?
Ain't it a shame?
Too bad, he gonna miss the girl
"

I couldn't help but smile when the four kids sang with me... It was just too – dare I say – adorable! I don't care how girly or stupid that word makes me sound, because it was true!

"Now's your moment
Floating in a blue lagoon
Boy you better do it soon
No time will be better
She don't say a word
And she won't say a word
Until you kiss the girl
"

I'll admit, this was one of my many favourite Disney songs, and I would happily tell anyone who asked. Just because of the reputation I had found myself landed with before I got to this town, didn't mean that, for one, it was true, or that, secondly, I couldn't love Disney!

"Sha la la la la la
My oh my
Look like the boy too shy
Ain't gonna kiss the girl
Sha la la la la la
Ain't that sad?
Ain't it a shame?
Too bad, he gonna miss the girl
Sha la la la la la
Don't be scared
You got the mood prepared
Go on and kiss the girl
Sha la la la la la
Don't stop now
Don't try to hide it how
You want to kiss the girl
"

I noticed how the youngest of the four – Arthur and Jason – were happily singing along, not caring or knowing really what the song was about. The eldest of the two – Amelia and Emily –, however, were both giggling.

I just shook my head, smiling, as I continued to sing with them.

"Sha la la la la la
Float along
And listen to the song
The song say kiss the girl
Sha la la la la
The music play
Do what the music say

You got to kiss the girl
You've got to kiss the girl
You wanna kiss the girl
You've gotta kiss the girl
Go on and kiss the girl.
"

I let the last note ring out and reviled in the happy faces in front of me. I was quickly distracted; however, when Arthur stood up, walking over to me slowly, only stopping when next to the chair I was on.

The blonde boy looked up at me with wide, hopeful eyes, biting his lower lip as he waited. I couldn't help but ruffle the kid's hair a little, before giving in to what he wanted and picked him up until he was sat on my left leg.

I tried to ignore the pain that came with lifting the boy up, but I couldn't help the wince that came with it... And I knew the adults watching had seen it too.

Trying the hide it, I tried to think of something to say, just so the pain could just die down before I started another song.

That was when I looked down at Arthur and an idea came to mind.

"Hey, you guys ever heard the legend of King Arthur?" I asked, trying to hide a wide grin when I saw Arthur's face light up.

All four of them shook their heads.

"Tell us?" Arthur asked quietly, another hopefully look in his eyes.

"Well, there are probably a few versions out there, but this is the one I know." I chuckled, making sure I still had hold of both Arthur and my guitar. "Let's see... Arthur was the first born son of King Uther Pendragon and heir to the throne. However these were very troubled times and Merlin, a wise magician, advised that the baby Arthur should be raised in a secret place and that none should know his true identity."

The four of them seemed more interested than anyone who had been told the legend. I was surprised, to say the least...

But, hey, it gave me some time to let the pain die down, and they wanted to know... Especially little Arthur.

"As Merlin feared, when King Uther died there was great conflict over who should be the next king. Merlin used his magic to set a sword in a stone. Written on the sword, in letters of gold, were these words: 'Whoso pulleth out this sword of this stone is the rightwise born king of all England.'" I continued. "Of course all the contenders for the throne took their turn at trying to draw the sword, but none could succeed. Arthur, quite by chance, withdrew the sword for another to use in a tournament. Following this he became King."

The five year old blonde sitting on my lap smiled widely, whispering 'cool' under his breath, leaning back into me.

"He gathered Knights around him and fought back against the Saxons who, since the Romans left Britain, were slowly but surely taking the country over. After many great battles and a huge victory at Mount Badon the Saxons' advance was halted. Arthur's base was at a place called Camelot. Here he built a strong castle." I went on. "His knights met at a Round Table. They carried out acts of chivalry such as rescuing damsels in distress and fought against strange beasts. They also searched for a lost treasure, which they believed would cure all ills – this was the 'Quest for the Holy Grail'. Under the guidance of Merlin, Arthur had been given a magical sword from The Lady Of The Lake. This sword was called 'Excalibur' and with this weapon he got rid of many enemies."

The three kids still on the floor slowly crawled closer, while Arthur just turned towards me even more every now and then.

"Queen Guinevere, Arthur's beautiful wife brought romance to the story, while his equally beautiful half sister Morgan le Fay added a dark side. Unfortunately, as peace settled over the country things turned bad within the court of Camelot and civil war broke out." I concluded. "In the final battle at Camlan both Arthur and Mordred, Arthur's traitorous nephew, were mortally wounded. Arthur was set upon a boat and floated down river to the isle of Avalon. Here his wounds were treated by three mysterious maidens. His body was never found and many say that he rests under a hill with all his knights - ready to ride forth and save the country again."

There was a small silence before Amelia, Emily, Arthur and Jason were grinning and just going on about how 'cool' and 'awesome' it was... Mainly Arthur and Jason though, the girls were more reserved.

Ok, mostly Arthur, but Jason was a close second! But I expected that.

The young blonde now sat sideways, one of his hands closed in a tight fist around the hospital gown I was wearing, as he went on about how he wanted to be 'just like King Arthur'.

I just laughed and said that he could be when he was older.

After the four had calmed down, I asked them what song they wanted next... I didn't expect them to ask me to choose one.

I think every adult watching us held their breath, probably waiting to see what 'filth' I would expose their children to. I had to suppress the urge to roll my eyes, instead thinking through the collection of years worth of Disney songs in my head.

But then I remembered one that I had always loved.

"I have often dreamed
Of a far off place
Where a great warm welcome
Would be waiting for me
Where the crowds will cheer
When they see my face
And a voice keeps saying
This is where I'm meant to be
"

Hercules was one of my favourites. A young, scrawny kid turning into a hero... I had always wanted that to happen for me.

"I will find my way
I can go the distance
I'll be there someday
If I can be strong
I know every mile
Will be worth my while
I will go most anywhere
To feel like I belong
"

This time, for the first time since I had come down to the children's ward, none of the kids sang with me, instead choosing to listen instead.

"I am on my way
I can go the distance
I don't care how far
Somehow I'll be strong
I know ev'ry mile
Will be worth my while
I would go most anywhere
to find where I belong.
"

It was a short song, I know, but it was one of the best in Disney – in my opinion anyway. When I had first learnt the words to the song, when I was younger, I would go around humming the tune, singing the lyrics in my head... That was, until I was alone or with my mom. Then, and only then, I would sing as loud as I could, mom joining in if she was around.

"Alright, I think that's enough for today." I smiled, leaning my guitar against the wall to my right.

"But, Stiles!" the four groaned, Arthur clinging tighter to my hospital gown.

"I'll come back tomorrow, promise. You need to spend some time with your parents."

"But..."

"No buts... Remember what I told you? About my mom and dad?"

I watched as all four nodded.

Earlier, when I had first sat down, Amelia had asked me about my mom and dad. I told them I don't see my dad anymore, because we were angry at each other all the time, and I told them that my mom was 'with the angels' – my mom always told me that, if I wondered where certain dead members of our family were, when I was younger.

The all hugged me after that...

"Well, shouldn't that make you trust me when I say you need to spend as much time with them as possible?" I asked, quietly, smiling sadly. "They love you. A lot. They just want to make sure you're ok. You have to let them do that... Like now. Understand."

Arthur, who was still sitting on my lap, leant into me further, moving so his left hand was on my shoulder, awkwardly hugging me.

One by one, Amelia, Emily and Jason did the same – Jason from my right, Emily from the front, and Amelia from the back.

"See you tomorrow, Stiles."Amelia whispered.

I nodded, waiting until they all let go of me, and set Arthur down on the ground, carefully standing up and grabbing my guitar again. I waved and said goodbye again as I walked out the door, only turning away when I saw the four kids run to their parents.

I didn't expect to see the Pack standing there when I turned around, though...


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