The first thing Stiles became aware of was he was breathing but...How could be breathing? He was dead? Yet he could clearly feel his lungs taking in air and letting it out again and feel his own heart beat, thumping hard in his eyes.

Stiles eyes snapped open, he sat up, taking a deep breath in to muffle his yell.

What?

No pain, no aches, he was in hospital though...

Stiles looked at his body, skin was totally smooth, no marks or cuts, or deep wounds that should have killed him.

He was tied up to a drip, Stiles stared at it for a few seconds then pulled it out, looking for the wound in his hand...there was a small cut...that was closing up on its own!

Stiles really did panic this time, letting out a cry as he jumped backwards, hitting his head hard on the wall the bed was against. He cringed, rubbing it, but still staring at his hand that now had no mark on it at all, like there hadn't been a drip pushed into his flesh.

Stiles battled down a panic attack,everything felt like it was closing in, he felt like he was suffocating. Then he saw his phone on the counter and he knew exactly who to call.

And all his panic turned to a different emotion he couldn't pinpoint in his hurry and he grabbed the phone and dialled a number.

Stiles said with a deadly sweetness "Scott, Oh Buddy, oh pal, get your furry ass here now!" His tone changing near the end, the different emotion coming through.

Pure shock but also relief was heard on the other end "Stiles!?"

"No, its Derek. Of course its Stiles!" Stiles hissed, a part of him noting that the different emotion he was feeling was actually anger.

Scott seemed to sense this to as he said "Stiles..." His tone softer and made Stiles feel-Oh no, he wasn't pulling that on him, not yet, not now.

"I do not care at the moment Scott because honestly, now most of whats going on in my mind apart from wondering what the fuck I'm going to tell my doctors, is when I get my hands on you-"

"Okay, Okay, I'm coming, just-just stay calm-"

" Stay calm!?" Stiles growled.

"Okay maybe that wasn't the best thing to say, look-"

"No you look. Come here quickly or I will be seriously considering shoving wolvesbane up your freaking-"

"Woah! Woah! Stiles take deep breaths okay? I'm coming, I'm coming! Just stay where you are, I'll be there soon, okay?...Stiles?"

Stiles grabbled to get his emotions under control before finally responding "Okay"

He then hung up, taking deep breaths, trying not to freak out, everything would be okay...

Everything would be okay...

Suddenly a doctor came in then stopped short, staring at Stiles who was fully healed, his eyes wide.

Stiles gulped and he said "Er...I can explain?"