Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf
There were two things Derek was scared of. One was old and one was new. One was fire and one was Stiles. Fire scared Derek because it had eaten his whole family. This lead to his love of showers and rain and snow and all other assortment of wet watery things. Water puts out fire after all. So Derek loved it when he could just stand in his backyard and listen to the snow fall in the forest. Watch as the flecks, small as a grain of sand, joined together, multiplied, and made a pure sheet to blanket the dark forest, leaving it bright and pure. Then, of course, as he was enjoying his moment of quiet, Stiles called him. Derek sighed heavily but flipped open his phone anyway. Stiles scared him because he made him wild and needy and happy and Derek was afraid of what he'd become if anything were to ever happen to him.
"Hey Sour Wolf." Stiles purred into the phone. Derek felt a smile tug at his lips. "Do you miss me?" Stiles asked a note of worry in his voice. Could it be worrying Derek won't miss him? Or maybe worrying his dad might catch him using the phone while he was grounded.
"What do you want?" Derek asked.
"Aw that's a yes." Stiles cooed, the worry still hinting in the background of his voice. "Well I don't want you to freak out or anything..." Stiles tried to sound soothing.
"What's wrong?" Derek hissed.
"I might have sprained my ankle." Stiles said. "And I might be in the hospital." He sounded small.
"Might?" Derek snarled.
"Dad says you can visit me if you want." Stiles offered nervously. Derek pinched the bridge of his nose.
"What room are you in?" Derek sighed.
"117." Stiles said.
"I'll be right there." Derek said clicking his phone off.