Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf
"What happened?" Derek hissed as he sulked in the hospital room.
"Aw Sour Wolf. Were you worried?" Stiles purred.
"What happened? Did someone hurt you?" Derek snarled as he swooped in and started sniffing his mate, trying to scent anyone who might have hurt him.
"I was running on our treadmill." Stiles said.
"And you sprained your ankle?" Derek asked critically as if he didn't believe the story.
"Well I twisted it and it really hurt and I fell off the treadmill but I figured I was fine so I kept going and then by the time dad got back from work it was this." Stiles said nodding at his red swollen leg.
"Stiles-" Derek shut his eyes and shook his head but he said no more as the sheriff came back into the room.
"Doctors said you did a real number on your leg." Mr. Stilinski said crossing his arms. "We need a brace and physical therapy." He sighed.
"That'll cost a fortune dad. I really didn't mean to-" Stiles started apologizing but then suddenly Derek was walking out the room, shoulders hunched, emanating frustration. "Derek!" Stiles called to no avail. He looked at his dad pleadingly and the sheriff sighed and went after his son's boyfriend. He caught up with him in the hall and shoved him. Hard. Derek snarled and rounded on the sheriff.
"I don't know what he is to you but he's the world to me. So you're going to go back in there and you're going to comfort him because if you don't I'm going to shoot you. With my gun." The sheriff said, hand going to rest on his holstered gun.
"He's the world to me too and he's hurt and it makes me so..." He punched the wall leaving a good sized crack in the innocent victim. "Mad." He huffed. Derek shoved his hands in his pockets. "And he's acting like it's nothing but he's hurting and I hate it." Derek growled.
"That's just Stiles. He thinks about everyone but himself." The sheriff laughed. "I'm going to get some coffee. Want anything?" He asked.
"Coffee sounds nice." Derek mumbled.
"You got it." Mr. Stilinski said as he walked off to get their coffee. Derek repressed a snarl as he went back into the hospital room. Stiles looked nervous.
"I'm sorry." He said instantly. Derek said nothing as he sat by the window so he continued. "I didn't mean to make you angry. I'm a klutz so I'm in here all the time. I didn't realize it might upset you. I shouldn't have bothered you. I just figured you might want to know. Where's-"
"It's snowing." Derek interrupted, looking out the window.
"Is it?" Stiles asked sitting up to crane his neck to look out the window. Derek nodded. "Do you like the snow?"
"Yeah." Derek murmured as he turned back to Stiles. He sat next to him on the slim bed. "I like the rain too." He whispered kissing Stiles on the top of the head. "And running." He said kissing Stiles on the cheek. "But most of all, you." He said nuzzling Stiles until his face was in the perfect position for kissing. Derek kissed Stiles lips lightly before standing. He left Stiles like that, wondering what that was all about. Soon enough the sheriff returned, cradling a single cup of coffee.
"Derek's paying for your care." He said simply. Stiles eyes grew large and his mouth hung open. "And I think he said something about doing your physical therapy." He added.
"I want you to get better fast and have the best care." Derek mumbled as he walked back into the room, holding his own cup of coffee. "And Christmas is next month. I didn't get you anything so consider this your present." Derek said gruffly. Stiles looked at his dad and the sheriff sighed heavily and left the room again.
"Come here you big sour wolf." Stiles smiled, holding his arms out for a hug and grinning. Derek rolled his eyes but allowed Stiles to hug him and after a moment, he allowed Stiles to pull him into bed next to him. "You still have to get me a Christmas present." Stiles said once they were both situated on the small bed.
"Oh I'll give you a-" Derek was about to kiss Stiles...or maybe give him a hickey when the Sheriff returned.
"No." He said frowning at Derek. The sour wolf sat back grumpily without a word. "The doctor said we can go home once they bring you a brace and some crutches." He said turning to his son but keeping a watchful eye on Derek.
"Ok thanks." Stiles said smiling. They waited for a few minutes in awkward silence until a big black man walked into the room. He was wearing green scrubs that seemed to be straining to hold back his muscles. He smiled as Derek hopped off the bed and pushed the crutches into the shadow of a man's hands. He then proceeded to put a brace on Stiles's foot.
"The swelling will go down so you'll need to tighten it. You should start P-T in four to six weeks." He said before bustling out of the room. Stiles grinned at Derek as he handed him his crutches.
"What are you grinning about?" Derek asked critically.
"It's snowing." Stiles grinned.
"And?" Derek growled.
"And..." Stiles said as he hauled himself onto his good foot, not using his crutches. "Snow means I get wheeled out to the car!" Stiles said giddy as the big black man came back into the room pushing a wheelchair. Stiles grinned even wider as he flopped down into the chair. Derek rolled his eyes as he took Stiles's crutches and went ahead of his boyfriend with the sheriff to the parking lot. He argued with the sheriff about who would take Stiles home, and which home. They finally agreed on Derek driving Stiles to the sheriff's house so Derek pulled around to the front of the building to wait for Stiles. And he waited. For about half an hour until the thought occurred to him that nurses usually aren't that buff...