A.N. I don't own Teen Wolf or it's characters!


When Parrish woke up to sunlight hot on his face, he could feel bandages all over his body. That was… strange. It wasn't like he'd been hurt, right? Behind him, he could hear a heart monitor's dull beeping. That wasn't for him, of course. It couldn't be. Why would he have been in the hospital in the first... Oh.

Suddenly, he wished he hadn't remembered.

Melissa appeared beside him almost instantly, seemingly in response to the quickening beeps of the heart monitor, and her voice tried in vain to calm him but he didn't really care. There was something more important, more than anxiety or a fear of hospitals, but he just couldn't quite remember it.

"Stiles and Derek." It wasn't a question but he meant it to be and Melissa's frantic reassurances stopped immediately. If anything, it seemed to surprise him more than her when he mushed their names together, with equal concern. As far as she knew, there was no reason for him to give two shits about Derek. But Derek wasn't just some moody, bad boy stranger anymore. He'd saved his life and, whether it was that fact or something else entirely, Parrish felt the same urge to know if he was safe as he did for Stiles.

"They're okay. Stiles woke up yesterday and he's in a hundred pieces but we got him all patched up and he's stable. Cracking jokes and asking about you. Derek is still unconscious but healing." Thank god. Parrish wasn't sure what he would have done if either of them hadn't been okay. Relief washed over him as it sank in. Stiles and Derek were safe. They were safe, and so was he. It just seemed so surreal, like a dream rather than reality, and he was half waiting to wake up back in that basement. But he'd just woken up and didn't plan on closing his eyes any time soon, so he forced that worry to the back of his mind and tried to focus through the haze of sedatives. He should thank Derek, he realized, for saving them.

"Can I see them?" Melissa's face seemed to relax a bit at the question. Was she afraid of him? It didn't seem to make sense but nothing else had been making much sense lately anyways so he wouldn't have been shocked. After a minute, she placed a hand on the rail of his hospital bed. He was secretly thankful she didn't touch him.

"Sorry, hon, but no. Stiles can't be moved from his sterile room until he's healed a bit more and they don't want to move Derek until he's conscious. But they're alright, I promise." For some reason, that did nothing for the ache starting in the pit of his stomach. He needed to see them. Not because he didn't believe her that they were okay-he trusted Melissa because Stiles and Derek both trusted her, and he believed her-but because he suddenly felt very, very alone. The kind of alone that started in his chest and seized his lungs. The kind of alone that made his whole body tremble and threatened to spark a panic attack. Something in his face must have shifted because Melissa took a step back and nodded to him as if she suddenly understood.

"I'll find a way, just hold on."

Melissa returned less than two minutes later with a cellphone in her hand showing Stiles' face. She handed it to him without a word, just a smile. But he couldn't even thank her before Stiles' voice was blaring through the little speaker at a hundred miles per minute.

"OhmygodParrish areyouokay!? I'vebeensoworriedohmygod-"

"Stiles." Melissa dismissed herself with a little nod and Stiles finally took a breath, giving him an opening, so he took it without saying thank you because she was already gone.

"Stiles, I'm okay. Are you okay? How's Derek?" Stiles smiled, his tooth chipped and his lip scabbing over, but it was a smile nevertheless.

"I'm still kicking. But besides that, I don't really know much. Derek still hasn't woken up but he's tough, you know, so I'm not really worried about him. I…" It wasn't like Stiles to be speechless so Parrish waited. "I haven't been able to sleep at all." The drop in his tone told Parrish everything he needed to know about how rough it had been while he'd been out.

"What do you want me to do to help?" Stiles crinkled his face into a little scowl but it was honestly adorable. It made him smile a bit.

"I've got a plan."

And so, that night, when Melissa came in to check his vitals around midnight, he made sure to groan and toss in the bed. Melissa woke him, just like Stiles said she would, and sighed.

"You too, huh?" Apparently, Derek was awake now-woken from a night terror, not a coma-and Melissa's concern was only growing. She left, worried and quiet, and told him to go back to sleep. Honestly, though, Parrish hadn't realized how significant the heartbeats he'd gotten so used to hearing were until they were gone. In their absence was just... emptiness and sadness.

The next morning, Melissa clearly is convinced that the lack of sleep is negatively affecting all three of them. So, Melissa finally caved, and came to him.

"What would help? Be honest. You're the adult in this situation and yes, I know there's Derek but he scares me so… what would help?" She sighed, biting her lip as she looked to him as if he could solve all of their problems.

"Honestly, being together."

"Okay. I'll find a way."

"Just like that?" Melissa shrugged.

"Yeah, just like that. Derek's blood pressure is scary low, and Stiles is starting to fade in and out of consciousness again. If you think that will help, I can't really afford to not try it."

So, that was what happened. Melissa spent about ten minute talking to someone-a supervisor, maybe?-before she returned with two other nurses and they wheeled his bed down the hall and around the corner. It was Derek's room, he realized, and god Derek looked like death. His skin was pale, his face was twisted in something like a grimace, and all the machines surrounding him with their whirring dwarfed the man.

They slid his bed in between the window and Derek's bed, maneuvering around the machines and wires to position him just right. When they locked the wheels on his bed, he reached over and took Derek's hand. Instantly, the heart rate monitor spiked but it didn't increase too much so the nurses didn't make him stop. Stiles was wheeled in a few minutes later. His lips were in a thin smile but he didn't look great. They smiled to each other a bit but the sleeping man between them seemed to be signal enough to keep quiet.

Stiles took Derek's other hand and, again, the monitor spiked. But Derek's breathing slowed, as if he was asleep, so the nurses let it be. Melissa nodded to him and smiled to Stiles before disappearing but it didn't even really matter. Before she was out of the room, he was asleep and he knew Stiles was in the same state.


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