Word: Ambulant
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"I don't care, all right? If I'm ambulant enough to walk through the hospital without help, then I can be doing the same thing out in the woods," Stiles hissed, trying to stamp down on his guilt at saying this to Melissa of all people.
"Don't even think that you're going to leave this hospital before you're ready, Stiles! You may think you are, but you're only able to walk due to the amount of pain killers I've pumped into you."
"Then give me a prescription and let me back out there! I can't leave them to die."
"No, Stiles. You'll just have to believe that they'll be fine, and trust them to come back in one piece, okay? You're not the only one that's waiting," she added, her jaw clenching slightly as she thought of her son being out there with a rogue Alpha on the loose.
"Yeah, I know. But I need to get back out there; the Alpha might be killing them," Stiles said, pleading and wishing she'd let him leave.
"I'm not that bad at fighting, am I?" Derek asked, grinning over at Stiles.
Stiles breath caught in his chest when he saw the red glow to Derek's eyes, and then his heart felt like it stopped completely when he saw the amount of blood on Derek's shirt.
"I'm all right; it's not mine," Derek promised, even as Stiles ran over, fingers clenched in his shirt and trying to find the wound.
"You're sure? 'Cause you know how long it takes for an Alpha wound to heal," Stiles replied, his voice choking up as he rested his head on Derek's shoulder.
"I know, Stiles. That Alpha will never hurt you again, I promise," Derek murmured, rubbing his back gently.
"I'll leave you two boys to it. I presume Scott's okay?" Melissa asked, her hand gentle on Derek's forearm.
"He went home with Kira to make sure she would be all right, but yes, he's fine," Derek said, not letting go of Stiles.
She thanked him with a smile and left the hospital room quietly, closing the door behind her.
Stiles wrapped his arms around Derek even tighter, burying his face against his shoulder. He said something, the words so soft and muffled that Derek couldn't hear it.
"What was that, Stiles?" Derek asked, rubbing soothing lines up and down his spine.
Stiles pulled away to look at him, and Derek was struck by the seriousness that was held in his gaze.
"Will you be my Alpha, Derek?" Stiles asked, voice firm and certain, his eyes flashing gold.
Derek felt a sense of relief at Stiles' question; it was one that he hadn't expected but had desperately wished for, even though he had never acknowledged that wish aloud. Derek had thought that Stiles would want Scott as his Alpha.
"Yes, I'll be your Alpha, Stiles," Derek replied, just as firm and certain as his brand new Beta.
I'll be anything you want me to be.
Stiles grinned, as if he heard the unspoken words as well, and bared his neck to his Alpha without a single moment of hesitation. Derek accepted his submission with bared fangs and red eyes, but his mouth was soft and reverent as he pressed a kiss to the already-healing wound on Stiles' neck.
The next morning, Melissa wasn't entirely surprised to find the room was empty, and Stiles and Derek were gone.
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End of word challenge.
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