A/N: Here it is, the final chapter! Time to wrap everything up. Thanks to ScarletBrokenArrow, DrewSb, lovestowrite238, lenail125, 1monster2, and Shadow-wolf78 for reviewing, it really means a lot to me! Hope you enjoy the epilogue :)

Scott wanted to cry, but he couldn't. He had been sitting in the waiting room of the hospital on a hard plastic chair for three hours, and he didn't know any more than he had earlier.

Stiles had been taken into emergency surgery as soon as they had arrived at the hospital, surrounded by doctors saying terrifying phrases like "going into shock," "too much blood loss," "internal damage." For a moment, Scott had thought the worst was going to happen when one doctor shouted, "We're losing him!"

But then Stiles was taken away, and Scott still didn't know if he was going to be okay.

Finally, just as Scott was beginning to think that he would never know anything, his mother stepped into the room. She looked exhausted, her hair was frizzy, her hospital scrubs were wrinkled, but she was smiling.

Scott stood up immediately. "Mom," he breathed, and then he ran to her. He felt like a little kid again, needing the reassurance of a hug from his mom, but he didn't care. He had almost lost his best friend forever.

She held him tight for a minute, and even when Scott let go, she kept a hand on his shoulder. "He's going to be okay, Scott," she said softly. "He just got out of surgery. He won't wake up for a few more hours, they're trying to replenish some of the blood he lost, but he's okay. He'll have to stay in the hospital for a while to make sure none of the cuts get infected, but he's stable right now."

Scott staggered into his chair again, letting out a breath he didn't know he had been holding. Stiles was going to be okay. He knew it was going to be hard for both of them to get through this, but he also knew that they would get through it. Together, they could get through anything.

"Can I see him?" he asked, looking up at his mom hopefully.

She smiled, ruffling his hair. "Of course. Like I said, he'll be asleep for a few hours, but I'm sure he'll feel better if you're there when he wakes up." Holding out a hand, she helped Scott stand again. "Come on. I'll take you to his room."

…

Stiles was drifting again. Everything was hazy, dull, empty. He didn't know what had happened to him, didn't know why he was in this quiet darkness, but he did know that he didn't want to leave it. He had a feeling that outside of the darkness was pain and suffering and sadness.

He didn't know how long he had been in the emptiness when suddenly there was a voice. A voice piercing the haze, lighting up the darkness.

He remembered another voice, one that had made him feel cold and afraid, but this voice was the opposite. This voice made him feel safe and warm. This voice promised comfort, promised friendship, promised happiness.

And it was telling him to wake up.

Stiles didn't want to wake up, but he wanted to go to the voice. He wanted that warmth, was tired of staying in the darkness and the quiet. So with a massive struggle, Stiles pulled himself out of the haze and into the light.

"-sorry, really. I didn't want this to happen, Stiles. This was never supposed to happen to you. So please, just wake up. Wake up and tell me you're okay. Please."

"M okay," Stiles mumbled, blinking his eyes open.

He was in the hospital. He was lying in a bed, covered by stark white sheets, and there was an IV in his left arm. There were bandages all over his arms, and he could feel them on his chest and legs too.

And sitting in the plastic chair next to his bed, looking like he hadn't slept in days, was Scott McCall.

"You look like crap," Stiles said, smiling a little.

Scott laughed, seemingly surprised. "Have you looked at yourself recently?" he responded, grinning.

Stiles just shook his head, taking the opportunity to really look at his best friend. Scott was smiling, but his eyes were sad. Even his laugh had sounded a bit forced. "Hey, you okay?" Stiles asked, voice soft.

Scott's smile dropped. "Am I okay? Seriously? Stiles, you almost died! I thought you were dead!"

Stiles opened his mouth to reply, but Scott cut him off, sounding almost frantic.

"No," he said, "let me finish. It's because of me that you're lying here. It's because I wasn't strong enough to take care of Blake that he almost killed you. Even when I thought you were dead, I couldn't do it. Derek's the one who really saved you, okay? Not me. I couldn't do anything." Scott stopped speaking suddenly, dropping his head and holding it in his hands.

Stiles knew that he needed to convince Scott that he hadn't failed, but something else had caught his attention. "What do you mean, take care of Blake? Where is he?" he asked, suddenly realizing how terrified he was that Blake was going to come back for him.

Scott lifted his head and responded quietly, "He's dead, Stiles. Derek killed him."

For a moment, Stiles stopped breathing. That was it, then? Just like that, it was over? Just like that, Blake wasn't a problem anymore?

But that wasn't the most important thing here. "Scott," Stiles said, making sure his voice was strong, "none of this was your fault. Everything that happened is on Blake. Definitely not on you."

Scott smiled a little at that, and it didn't seem forced this time. "As long as you're okay, I don't really care whose fault it is," he responded.

Suddenly, Stiles yawned. He hadn't really realized how tired he was until that moment. "How long was I asleep?" he asked, yawning again.

Scott laughed a little. "Since you got to the hospital? 10 hours. We're not sure how long you were unconscious before we got to you, though," he answered. "But you did just come out of emergency surgery six hours ago, so I don't think anyone will blame you if you want to sleep a little longer."

Stiles smiled, feeling sleep coming on quickly. "Thanks, Scott," he mumbled, eyes already shutting.

"I'll be here when you wake up," Scott responded quietly, and Stiles fell asleep feeling completely safe for the first time in days.

...

One month later

"Stiles, slow down."

"Scott, I'm fine! You heard the doctors- they said I'm pretty much back to normal."

"Yeah, and they also said you should take it easy for a few weeks. I don't think this counts as taking it easy."

"It's kind of hard to take it easy while you're searching for the latest supernatural evil creature in the middle of the woods at one o'clock in the morning, Scott."

Scott laughed. Stiles was right. With the lives they led, 'taking it easy' was kind of impossible.

"Seriously though, I'm okay," Stiles said softly, turning around to face Scott. "Besides," he continued, grinning, "Nothing will happen to me while my badass true alpha best friend is around, right?"

Scott just smiled in response. Stiles was right. They were okay.

As long as they were together, they would always be okay.

A/N: Well, there you have it. My first multi-chapter story, finally finished! I hope you all enjoyed, and you can expect more Teen Wolf stories from me in the future! Also check out my ao3 account (ladybug114) as I have some stories posted there that aren't on here!