Stiles stared at his hands, he took a minute to notice how much they were shaking but also how human he still felt but what was he expecting to feel? Scott didn't notice that much, in fact it had been him who was the one who told Scott he was a werewolf..
He was sitting in a corridor in the hospital. The Doctor had been luckily one who hadn't seen the extent of his injuries before hand, so thinking this was some kind of prank he'd kicked him out, so now Stiles was sitting, alone, trying not to have a panic attack, waiting for Scott. He always seemed to be waiting for Scott.
Stiles put his head in his hands, breathing out and in quickly, trying to control his breathing, as sped up, along with his heart rate.
He was a werewolf...
How could anyone process that? What if he lost control? Hurt Scott? Mellisa? His father? The fact he could be a danger to his father, again but this time not someones puppet, pulled a small whimper from his mouth.
Stiles shoved his knuckles in his mouth, biting down to try and stop that train of thought before it gave him more things to panic about, trying to distract himself with pain.
"Stiles!"
Despite the anger from before hand a sigh of relief came out as he heard Scott's voice. He looked up to see Scott running towards him, Mellisa looking very worried from behind him.
Scott grabbed his shoulders as he forced Stiles to look at him, who looked a little sweaty.
"Hi" Stiles said weakly, now feeling unsure how to react.
Scott looked blissfully happy "You're here, you're alright"
"I'm...alright" Stiles said hesitantly.
Then Scott did something unexpected that they hadn't done in a long time. Scott pulled him in and hugged him. Full on hugged him.
Despite himself, Stiles felt himself relaxing under it, and his heart beat and breathing finally slowed down.
The thought despite maybe a little selfish, of Scott being so relieved to see him okay and breathing, warmed him, just a little bit and that was enough for now.