Chapter 9!
Homicide or Self-destruction!
Stiles lay unconscious in the hospital bed. Waking up from the sedative he was given during surgery. He slowly opens his eyes to see Derek, sitting at his bedside, his green eyes happy to see him finally wake up from his comatose like state.
"Der-ek?" Stiles said his voice raspy as if he had been screaming for hours on end.
"Hey, how are you feeling?" Derek asked leaning forward and placing his hand on Stiles' shoulder.
"Like ell." Stiles whispered before clearing his throat. "Hell." Stiles tried to get up was a sharp pain shot through his chest stopping him. "What the-" he hissed, giving up on moving.
Attempting sitting up took so much out of him he had no choice but to rest his eyes, he turned his head towards Derek and opened his eyes best he could.
"Erek, where are we?" Stiles asked weakly.
"We're in the hospital, in the burn unit." Derek said slightly squeezing Stiles' arm.
"What happened?" Stiles asked confused, in a weak sleepy voice.
"You had an accident, don't you remember?" Derek said softly with a small crack in his voice.
"Accented? He tried t-to hill me." Stiles whispered as exhaustion began to force him back to sleep.
"Your not making sense Stiles." Derek said trying hard to listen to his witch lover.
"You d-don't bake dense." Stiles said as he fell in and out of conscientiousness.
4 hours later.
"Derek, Stiles is awake and he's asking for you." Melissa said with a warm smile.
Derek put his coffee on the table beside his chair just outside of the burn unit and quickly walked to Stiles' room.
Melissa had kept everyone else in the loop. Most of Stiles' friends had gone home since there was nothing more they could do until he's discharged. Mr Stilinski, waited around 2 hours after the rest of Stiles' friends had left and had sat with his sleeping son for a while, hoping he might awaken and give him some answers. But after an hour of nothing he decided it was late and headed home.
Derek on the other hand stayed, he refused to leave, he wanted to be there when he wakes up.
Derek walked into the room, Stiles was laying on his bed looking out the window at the darkness, away from him as he entered the room.
"It's so quiet." Stiles said, knowing Derek was now in the room.
"Stiles?" Derek said confused walking up to his bedside.
"In my head it's, so quiet. He's really gone." Stiles said turning his head to find Derek standing beside him.
Derek watched him, he looked as though he was about to cry.
"It feels so good, being alone in my head, no other voice taking up residence in my mind." Stiles whispered as his eyes filled with fresh tears.
Derek slumped down in the chair beside Stiles' bed. "What happened Stiles?" Derek asked as his brow's furrowed in confusion.
Stiles looked away from Derek's gaze as tears fell from his eyes. "I don't know, Derek." Stiles said lying to Derek. "Last thing I remember is going for a nap." Stiles said looking back at Derek.
Derek cringed, hearing the abnormal thump in his heart rhythm. "Stiles you can tell me anything you know that right, I won't judge you."
Stiles' eyes fell to Derek's shirt, "I can't, I'm really not sure how to, explain what happened." Stiles said truthfully. "I just need some time."
Derek stood to his feel before getting onto the bed with Stiles. He slid his arm under Stiles' neck and put his other hand over his chest; holding him as he stared at the night sky, outside the hospital rooms window.
2 hours had passed and Derek had dosed of a few times beside Stiles, before a nurse made up the bed beside Stiles for Derek to sleep in. Derek made sure the bed was as close as possible to Stiles'. He wanted to be able to hear him when Stiles needed him.
Every time Derek woke up he could hear that Stiles was still awake, he wanted him to speak, tell him what was on his mind. But he watched him instead and then dozed off to sleep again.
Morning came and Derek woke to find Stiles finally asleep, he looked like the same old Stiles while he slept. Derek liked that, he left the hospital bed and walked over to his witch, he softly kissed him on the lips before leaving the room, he met up with Melissa in the hall, she was coming in for her shift having left the night before, a little after the Sheriff.
"Hey, do you know when their going to peal his hands today?" Derek asked, "I want to be there for it, to help him with the pain." He said.
She placed her bag on the floor beside the reception desk and typed in her password for the computer. Derek waited as she typed in several keys to find the information they were looking for.
"He's scheduled for 11 am this morning with nurse, Patricia." Melissa said looking to Derek from the computer screen.
"Okay, I'm going to go home check on Eli and Cari, crab a shower and new cloths then I'll be back. If you can try to get him talking." Derek said before leaving the hospital.
Caleb held the rose in his hands examining it's new look. "It's quite remarkable." Caleb whispered as he angled it towards the light, the black smoke moved within the crystal continuously rotating inside the crystal.
Madison watched him observe the crystal. "It's also creepy as fuck."
"So the demon is frozen inside the crystal, and yet it's moving within it. Strange." Caleb said gently laying it on the silk cloth on the dining room table.
Derek walked into his house, quietly opening the front door and then locking it behind him he stood in the foyer staring at the hard wood floor, unable to believe that Stiles would attempt suicide. Derek could hear voices coming from the kitchen, but nothing seemed important anymore. Sighing he walked towards the kitchen, seeing Caleb and Madison sitting at the dining room table talking about the crystal, he walked into the kitchen and gave them a small hello as he made his way to the fridge.
"Hey, how's he doing?" Madison asked turning away from Caleb to Derek.
Derek opened the fridge and looked inside finding what he wanted, "He's alive, resting." Derek said closing the fridge with a bottle of water before looking towards the two witches.
Caleb watched him as he opened the plastic bottle and drank from it.
"How's Brien?" Derek asked showing some concern for the healer.
"He's doing a lot better he's been sleeping a lot since yesterday." Caleb said blushing as he stood and walked over to the Island, leaning against the counter watching Derek.
"Good." He said looking annoyed at the blond witch flirting with him with his body. "Stiles hands are badly burned, A nurse is going to be pealing them later this morning to reveal healthy skin." Derek said taking another sip of his water.
"That's going to hurt." Madison said rolling his eyes at Caleb.
"Ya I'm going back after I shower to help him with the pain." Derek said walking towards the living room.
"Their not there!" Caleb said.
Derek stopped in his tracks, before turning towards the older witch "What do you mean?"
"They went for a walk with Lydia and Erica, they were getting restless waiting for you to get back." Caleb said pushing himself off the counter.
"Hmm." Derek answered, looking away from the flirtatious male.
"They should be back soon." Madison said looking away from Caleb and Derek resting his elbow on the table covering his mouth with the back of his index and middle finger. Hiding his annoyance with his older brother.
"I'll go shower then, maybe they will be back by then." Derek said walking down the hall to the stairs.
After Derek was out of ear shot Madison raised his hands and an invisible barrier appeared over the open doorways.
"What the hell do you think your doing?" He said standing from his chair and walking over to his older sibling.
Caleb looked annoyed at his little brother's question, "Oh come on it's harmless!"
"Harmless my ass, Caleb. He's with Stiles, he's never going to want you, now stop it!" Madison said with anger in his strong voice.
"Calm down little bro, I'm just board." Caleb smiled.
"Your the light child, but your exactly like Dad!" Madison said walking away from his brother lifting the force field as he left the room.
Caleb's smile vanished as he watched his brother leave the room angry.
Melissa walked down the hall and into Stiles room, he was awake and staring at the ceiling.
"Hey, how are you feeling?" She asked with a warm smile, approaching Stiles' bed.
Stiles looked towards her giving he a small smile as she entered his room. "I'm okay."
"Do you need anything?" She asked making sure everything is plugged in properly, checking the fluid bag hanging over his bed, and then the needle going into his arm.
"Yeah, can you text Jackson and tell him I need to see him." Stiles said looking to his phone on the night stand beside his bed.
"Yeah of course." Melissa said as Stiles hands were bandaged and he was unable to do it himself.
"Thank you, Melissa. Thanks for everything." He said with a smile.
"Your welcome honey, I'll always be here to help if I can." She said before texting Jackson for Stiles. "Anything else you need?" She asked.
"Water if you don't mind." He said looking at the empty cup on the table.
She nodded before take the cup and walking to the bathroom to get him some water.
15 minutes later Stiles was alone and there was a knock on his door. Without a word, Jackson walked in his eyes looked surprised as he closed the door behind him and walked over to Stiles' bed.
"Hey Stiles, what's up?" Jackson asked sitting in the chair beside Stiles' bed.
"Hey," Stiles said with a smile. "Could you just sit here with me for a bit?"
"Yeah, of course I can." Jackson said with fake smile.
Stiles looked away from him noticing the way he's acting. 'Maybe this was a bad idea." Stiles said with no reply. Stiles grunted to himself.
"What?" Jackson asked.
"I keep forgetting it's just me inside my head, now." Stiles said looking to Jackson.
"Isn't that a good thing though?" The werewolf asked.
"It is, it's just I'm so used to having a condescending voice talking back to me." Stiles said with a smirk.
"It's so quiet in there now."
Jackson smiled, "Welcome to normalcy."
After giggling at Jackson joke the room fell silent again.
"I didn't try to kill myself, Jackson." Stiles said looking at his bandaged hands.
"It was pretty hard to believe that you would, especially after everything. What happened, Stiles?" Jackson asked.
Stiles stayed quiet.
"How did the rose get out of the closet and into your heart?" Jackson asked standing from his chair and sitting on the bed with Stiles.
Stiles looked to Jackson with sadness in his eyes. "After the first attempt at getting the Cryix out something happened, I think the spell I had cast to stop him from taking control of me. I think it broke or something, because when I went for that nap." Stiles said before stopping and taking a deep breath. "I remember waking up and I was standing in front of the closet." Stiles said as tears began to swell in his beautiful amber eyes.
"The Cryix said he had no choice, he had control of my body again, he stabbed me with the rose, that's why my hands are burned. It was so scary and it hurt a lot..." Stiles said hesitantly, "b-but I'm so happy it's over. He did what I couldn't." Stiles said wiping his eyes with his bandaged hands. "I think he knew that Brien would try and save me. He new Derek would be back in time and Erica would help. He planned it without me knowing, he killed himself and new I would live through it." Stiles said as Jackson understood now, the beta's hand was on Stiles' shoulder.
"Derek he thinks I tried to kill myself, I don't think he would believe me if I told him the truth." Stiles said as more tears began to fall.
"Stiles, Derek loves you. He would believe you, you just have to tell him." Jackson said, "I'm glad you told me though, it's a relief." Jackson said giving Stiles a hug.
"Thanks for listening, Jackson."
"Any time, I've got your back."