Here's the final chapter of Stiles' Worst Day Ever. I hope you enjoy it! I do not own Teen Wolf.

Stiles' eyes began to flutter. He was so completely wiped out but as he started waking up he heard this annoying beeping sound. He closed his eyes tightly, wanting nothing more than to fall back asleep. The beeping was so annoying and being awake meant being in pain. Groaning, Stiles opened his eyes and looked around. He was in the hospital. Stiles wasn't sure why he didn't figure that out sooner but he blamed the pain meds.

He used that as an excuse for not noticing his dad sitting a chair next to his bed. Stiles watched as the Sheriff's slow and even breaths came as he slept. The Sheriff's wrist had been bandaged but other than that he looked ok. Stiles then took note of his own injuries. He raised his arms sluggishly and saw each wrist was bandage and the cuts from Alexandra's knife were cleaned and many had butterfly closers over them. On each cheek was a bandage. He hoped those wouldn't scare. Unless they made him look cool.

Carefully, Stiles propped himself up on his elbow and tried to prepare himself to see his hip. He took a deep breath and pulled the blanket down. On his right hip was a thick bandage that was covering what he could reasonably believe were stitches. The bandage was almost soaked all the way through with crimson. Stiles suddenly felt dizzy. The room spun and he could hear the heart rate monitor speed up as his heart pounded against his chest. He fell back against the bed.

The commotion woke Stilinski up. At first he was confused but then he saw his son. Stiles looked to be having a panic attack. He shot out of the chair and was by his son's side in an instant. 'Stiles!' he said urgently. 'Stiles, you're ok. You're safe.'

Stiles shook his head and his eyes trailed down to his hip. The Sheriff carefully covered him back up with the blanket. He placed his hands on his son's shoulders. 'Stiles, please,' he pleaded. 'You need to breathe.'

Two nurses came rushing in. One went to either side of Stiles to each check the machines and his pulse. The was still near his son. 'Sir, we're going to have to ask you to move.' Stilinski took a step back to allow the nurse to check Stiles' IV.

'He's still not coming around,' the other nurse said.

'Alright I'll have to give him Lorazepam.' She took out a syringe and emptied its contents into the IV. Stiles' eyes fluttered and closed and his breathing returned to normal. The nurse made a few notes on his chart.

'Is he going to be ok?' the Sheriff asked.

'He'll be out for a while but he should be fine,' one nurse said. 'Do you know what triggered the attack?'

'He was looking at his leg,' answered the Sheriff. 'Maybe it was the blood. He can be a little squeamish.' The nurse nodded and proceeded to change the bandages.

Scott came in with two coffees and looked a little confused. 'What happened?'

'Stiles woke up but he had a panic attack when he saw his leg,' the Sheriff tells him as he takes one of the coffees. 'They gave him something to help him relax.' Scott nodded. The Sheriff took a sip of the scolding coffee and winced. The Alpha looked over at his best friend. He was so pale and there were too many bandages covering his frail body. The only good thing was that Stiles appeared to be sleeping peacefully. The nurses finished changing the bandages and excused themselves. Scott took Stiles' hand in his own and watched as the black veins formed and worked their way up his arm. There weren't too many and Scott barely felt it.

'He's not in that much pain, at least.'

'Good,' Stilinski said. 'I hate to see him like this.' He took Scott's place in holding Stiles' hand.

The next time Stiles woke up he was more aware of his surroundings and those in the room. 'Hey Dad,' he said in a hoarse voice.

The Sheriff smiled and picked up a glass of water. 'Hey, I'm glad you're awake. How are you feeling?'

'Like I've been hit by a bus.' Stiles pushed himself up with a groan and gratefully took the water. The cold water helped to relieve his dry throat.

Scott took a step forward. 'I can take some of the pain,' he said reaching out.

'I'm fine, Scott,' Stiles said and smacked his hand away. Scott pulled his hand back looking a little hurt. 'Really, I'm ok.'

'Ok,' said Scott. 'I just hate seeing people getting hurt because of me.'

'I'm going to go and talk to Melissa,' the Sheriff said excusing himself to give the boys time to talk.

'Scott, please don't think this is your fault.'

'But if it weren't for me becoming an Alpha in the first place-'

'Scott!' Stiles says sharply, stopping his best friend. 'If I hadn't of convinced you to go into the woods that night to find a body, you wouldn't have been bitten in the first place. We can play the blame game all day, but what matters is that no one died.' Stiles paused. He sat forward with his eyes wide. 'Wait no one died, right? God please tell me no one died.'

Scott chuckled a bit. 'No, no one died. Just a few minor injuries that have probably already healed.' Stiles sighed with relief and sat back against the pillows again. 'They did have wolfsbane we've already gotten it taken care of.' Stiles nodded and the two fell into a comfortable silence. They knew that everything that had happened was neither one of their faults.

One week later, Stiles was almost completely better. All of the cuts and welts had begun to fade and it didn't look like any of them would scar. His hip was still pretty tender and he walked with a limp but even that was healing fine. The rest of the pack decided to ban him from going out on any adventures. Until he was fully healed, Stiles was stuck with only doing research. Even though it drove him mad not to be out with the pack, Stiles understood that they were only trying to keep him safe. His dad sure did appreciate it and even helped him with research when he could. Stiles still had to explain a lot to him.

Anytime the Sheriff had to work, one of the pack would come over to keep Stiles company. Most of the time it was Malia. Together, they tried to gather more information about the Desert Wolf, her mother. They tracked the sightings and stories to try to figure out where she was now. However, she too grew restless and needed out of the house. Stiles couldn't help but laugh when she would start to pace his room.

Overall, the pack was whole and getting stronger. Stiles was proud to be the boy who ran with wolves.

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