His mind told him he was safe, he was warm and he didn't feel scared as he did before, he could here soft voice talking and it made him open his eyes to look at the two people by the bed. He saw and older man talking to a tall dark haired man they both looked sad and the elder man was in pain. "What happen Sheriff?" The dark haired man asked

"The Dead Doctors started to take kids and experimenting on them, then they would appear and start attacking people if we tried to stop them these doctors would kill them. Scott started to go funny towards everyone and Stiles… all I know something happen and it was eating away at Stiles. I knew it had something to do with this young lad Donavon but I didn't know what happen. But it seem Theo one of the doctors' successful experiments was playing who the pack and Scott trusted him more than his pack. I figured out what happen from half-truths and what Stiles told Malia." John said as he pinched the bridge of his nose "That boy Theo attacked me and then Stiles went missing. I couldn't do much from the hospital bed so I asked Jorden." He let out a huff of laughter and shook his head "He's a hell hound, he has no control over himself when he has a 'job' to do but I know he would help me."

"What did Scott do?" The wolf asked softly,

"He felt guilt for not believing Stiles that what he did was in self-defence and for calling him a murder." John said, Derek growled making the sheriff frown at him

"I am guessing this Theo put Stiles in that situation where he has to kill?" He asked

"Yes, he sent Donavon after Stiles to see what he would do." John ribbed his chest and closed his eyes "I am glad he's home back I and scared what they have done to him."

Derek nodded and rubbed the back of his neck as wondered himself what those Doctors did to him. He had heard about what these doctor's do to teens but he had hope that he would never have to deal with them in any form. "He has these strange marks on his back running down his spin and at the base of his back is a Roman numeral for 10." Derek said,

"Do you think we should call Alan?"

"I think we might need to."

A groan passed the teen's lip as he moved and both of them looked at him and now he felt scared as they stared at him as if they knew him…do they know me?…he thought. "Stiles?" The older man called out as he moved to sit on the bed. The teen whimpered as he shifted a little one because he was scared and two the man was in a lot of pain and need to sit down. "Stiles it's okay, don't you recognise me?"

John looked back at Derek who was standing at the end of the bed his knuckle pressed to his lips "I think we need to call Deaton." Derek said as he see the frighten look on Stiles face as he looked back at them.

"Call him." John said to him, Derek pulled out his phone to call the vet as John looked back at Stiles who was curled up at the bed bored. "Stiles it's me your father." The boy tilted his head and open his mouth but found no sounds came out so he went to whimpering. He felt like he should know this man that it was hurting him that he couldn't remember him "Shhh its okay Stiles whatever they did to you we will fix you." He said as he held out his arms letting the teen shift closer to him sniffing the man getting the smell of sadness and love towards him and he let himself get pulled into a hug.

Stiles stayed curled up in John's arms until Deaton and Mellissa entered the room. Derek was sat by the bed as they walked into the room. Deaton's eyes fell on Stiles seeing the teen watching him "Has he said anything?"

"No he did try but no sounds came out." John said as he rubbed his hand on Stiles' arm. Mellissa sat there watching Stiles feeling her eyes well up at the worried look on his face

"Derek told me there was some marks on his back? Can I see?" Deaton asked, Stiles looked between him and John in worry.

"It's okay, he isn't going to hurt you." He smiled softly, but the boy trembled as he John helped him onto his knees as the Stiles rested his head on the Sheriff's shoulder as Deaton sat on the bed and gently open the hospital gown open to see the marks on his back.

"We cleaned them as they were weeping." Mellissa said handed him a small orange back "I thought you might was a sample." She told him

"Thank you." He smiled at her as he turned back to Stiles back as John tried to comfort him as Deaton touched his back "I need some blood sample as well." He said as he closed the hospital gown back up and let Stiles curl back up in John's arms and looked at Deaton with wide eyes. The vet saw the glint of amber in the teen's eyes.

Deaton turned to Derek before walking to his bag "I will need you to stand back Derek I want to see how Stiles reacts to this." He said as he pulled a small clear bottle out of his bag. Derek looked at it and let out a small growl making Stiles whimper. The vet unscrewed the lid and walked over to him and held it up to Stiles whose eyes turned golden amber and he snarled at the man showing his fangs. Everyone was still as Stiles turned away from them.

"He's a werewolf?" Mellissa gasped

"No he's not just a werewolf." Derek said "His eyes are to golden for a wolf, but we don't know what they did to him." He said

"Derek's right on both parts, those are the eyes a dark fox."