Here comes another chapter for you guys!
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He was released from the hospital the next day. His dad didn't have the luxury of taking a few days off work, so Derek volunteered to pick him up.
"You even smell hurt…" he said as he entered the door.
"Thanks, I feel like that too…" his voice was a bit somber…
"I found some clothes for you… Figured you weren't too happy about those open back hospital dresses…"
"Oh thank God!" Stiles smiled, he felt a bit exposed in the paper-thin open back thing he was wearing. The clothes he had been brought in with was stained red from his own blood…
Derek nodded as he placed the bag of clothes on the bed Stiles was laying in.
"I'll leave you to it…" he said and headed for the door again.
"Wait!"
Derek turned around to face Stiles again. A puzzled look spread across his face…
"I might need some help…" he admitted and buried his face in his palms. He was so NOT comfortable with this… "I'm not stretchy enough to reach my feet… Putting pants on kinda requires that…"
Derek raised his eyebrows. "Actually it only require that you can reach one of your feet…"
A blank expression painted across his features.
"You've never been in a long leg cast before? Have you…?"
"No…" Stiles admitted, "I've always ended up with those up to your knee ones…"
Derek smiled at his friend... Before he shook his head…
"It's easy… Just use your good leg to get the waistline below your cast, and use your good leg to shimmy it up until you can reach it with your hands…"
"How do you know this?" Stiles asked as he followed the directions, "You've never broken anything!? Well… Never broken anything that didn't heal up instantly…"
"Actually… I have…"
"How's that possible?"
"It involved an open fracture, wolfsbane and some kind of mixture a hunter had put together…"
"Wolfsbane… And you didn't die…?"
"No, it was a different kind… One that usually just slows us down… Doesn't kill us…"
Stiles nodded, he almost had problems believing what he heard. Derek Hale not healing instantly from a fracture…? Really?
"How long…?"
"Was I in a cast…?" Derek finished the question for him, "About fourteen excruciating weeks… The wolfsbane really slowed the whole process down…"
"Fourteen…" Stiles just repeated…
"Yeah… Three and a half months…"
"No, not really…" he admitted as he managed to pull the jogger up to his knees. Then he grabbed the hem with his right hand too and pulled it fully up…
"I have a scar from that… The only scar I've got actually…" Derek said a bit absentminded as his left hand reached down and rubbed the area just above his own knee.
…
A little while later, Stiles was fully dressed and able to ditch the embarrassing hospital dress. Boy, was he ready to get out of there!
The first day with crutches was always a bit challenging… This time around was no different…
He felt like the biggest klutz in the world. He probably looked like that too when he tried his best to balance as he hobbled towards the main exit. Melissa had asked if he wanted to be rolled out in a wheelchair, but he had declined the offer… Wheelchairs tended to disturb him by some odd reason…
When they finally reached the car, Derek sprinted in front of him and opened the passenger door of his car, waiting for Stiles to get in.
"A real gentleman today Sourwolf…" Stiles joked as he maneuvered himself into the seat.
"I'm still not sold on not ripping your throat out…"
"Oh…"
"Are you alright?" a flash of fear passed across Derek's eyes. Afraid that his friend had caused himself pain.
"I'm alright, I just said 'OH', like 'Oh, you're not…?'" Stiles let out a short laugh, "You totally went all mother hen!"
"Aha…" Derek nodded as his cheeks reddened, "Let's just get you home…"
…
During their drive to Stiles' house Stiles started struggling with his leg. It started to flare up and cause him great grief…
He tried hiding it. He didn't want to come off as a wimp to Sourwolf himself… Didn't even want to admit the fact that his leg tortured him to himself…
Shifting position was impossible, and it wasn't the position he was sitting in that caused himself either. It was basically the painkillers wearing off…
"Does it hurt?" Derek asked out of the blue.
"No."
"You're lying… I can hear your heartbeat… Remember?"
"Okay… It hurts…" Stiles sighed, "Just the meds starting to wear off… That's all…"
Derek looked at him. Before he casually placed his hand, palm up, on the armrest in the mid-console.
"We will never speak of this. Ever." Stiles said as he contemplated whether to take the offer or not.
"Agreed"
Then Stiles grabbed Derek's hand. It felt a bit strange holding hands like this while they drove towards his house, but Oh My God, did the pain fade away quickly!
Well... What did you think?
Did this go as you expected it to?
I kinda just felt like Derek had to have gone through something similar... Without healing up straight away...
And I wanted to make it BAD...
Sooo... I made up something, since he is a born werewolf...
But hey... Making up things is what we do... Right?