Stiles had never been so happy to see Scott, and even more happy to see a ladder. They started to climb out one by one out of the hole and he finally allowed himself to sit on the cold grass to take a breath, his head throbbing and his heart pounding. But as his dad climbed out of the hole with Scott holding onto him, he couldn't help but sigh in relief. 'He's alive.'
His dad sat down next to him and wrapped his arm around his shoulders, pulling him close to chest where there was still an open stab wound. 'Don't think about that. Melissa will clean it out. He's alive.'
"You're freezing, kid," his dad remarked as his fingers reached up to his head, making it sting bad enough that he couldn't contain the hiss from his teeth, "you smacked the shit out of your head too."
"Yeah, I kinda wrapped the jeep around a tree. Was out for a couple hours." His voice felt heavy and it was an effort to speak since his brain felt like mush.
"Doesn't explain why you're this cold in September."
"We did this sacrifice thing to find you guys, we were out for sixteen hours...ice bath."
"I don't even want to know how that worked," Noah muttered as he pressed Stiles even closer to his body, seemingly trying to use his body heat the remove the chill that was deep inside of his bones, "I'm glad you're alive though."
"Same here," Stiles muttered before turning to Scott, still deep in his reunion with Melissa, "Scotty? I wrapped the jeep around a tree. Any chance you can get the blanket out of the trunk?"
"It's that bad?"
"We aren't all bad ass true alphas with super healing or have fur coats, faux or otherwise," he stopped to look at Allison who was hugging her father with one of the largest fur coats he had ever seen wrapped around her before turning back to Scott, "I'm freezing my butt off, dude."
Stiles let his eyes flutter shut and his head rest against his dad's shoulder as Scott disappeared into the woods, only to snap them back open when the stinging returned with a vengeance and he saw Melissa standing above his head, her fingers examining the wound on his head. "You should stay awake, sweetheart."
"Right, sorry." He apologized as he forced his eyes open because his neck felt so heavy at this point that he just couldn't lift it back up from his father's shoulder.
"Why do you have a blanket in your jeep?" His dad asked softly while rubbing his shoulder.
"Emergency blanket."
"Stiles, did you take a shock blanket from the station?" His voice was more stern now, even though they hadn't seen each other in days, they both needed medical attention and sleep, but the change in tone was always one that was going to make Stiles' spine go ridged.
"Pleading the fifth."