Author's Note: Okay guys so I'm currently in the process of writing a huge one shot or possible two part fic which I mentioned earlier. I haven't forgot about this story so don't worry! This chapter will be on the short side because I am trying to focus my attention on the other story, but I felt like I wanted to give you guys something. So if this story isn't updated for another few weeks, you'll know why. Hope you like this installment and keep an eye out for my other story. Don't hate me because I know its super short! Thank you so much for the reviews, keep it up, I love getting them.

Stiles was laying in his bed, propped up on a pile of pillows as he tried to concentrate on the movie playing on the television instead of the pain in his sprained ankle, a few bruised ribs, the scratches across his chest, and the overall feeling of fatigue that plagued his completely ordinary human body. After finding a somewhat comfortable position in bed he heard a knock at the door.

"Come in dad." He called out, the door opening after he did so, but instead of his dad being the one standing in his doorway; it was his favorite strawberry blonde girlfriend instead. "Lydia what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in school?" He asked.

"Well considering I have a perfect GPA and that my boyfriend got slashed up by a creature of the night…no." She said as she walked towards where he lay on the bed, leaning down to press her lips lightly to his. "Plus your dad asked me if I would be willing to look after you while he's at work. Can't really say no to the Sheriff now can I?" His dad had been very concerned and didn't want to leave his son all by himself at the house after getting assaulted less than twenty four hours ago.

"Really, I'm fine. I promise. You really should probably go to school." He told her while she ran her hand through his soft brown hair, soothing him just like it had the night before.

"I think you'd rethink that when you need help walking to the bathroom or nourishing yourself. Stairs, bruised ribs, and a sprained ankle usually don't go so well together." She said as she set her bag down next to his bed, slipping out of her shoes as well.

"Well if you are staying then I think you should probably climb up here in bed with me. I really think that could kick start the whole healing process." He said grabbing her waist and pulling her towards him, causing him to wince in pain at the sudden movement.

"I will, but first I need to change the dressing on your scratches." She moved to help him remove his pajama shirt over his head, trying not to cause him any more pain than possible. After doing so she went to the bathroom to get the bandages Deaton had given him as well as the necessary medication to help heal the scratches.

"Shit." He furrowed his brow in pain as she lifted the original covering off, revealing the slowly healing streaks that had a good chance of scarring if they didn't they weren't taken care of properly. "Ow, ow, ow. That stings." He uttered as she covered the jagged lines with the medicated cream. Finally she placed the new bandage over the scratches and kissed the area around it lightly before kissing her way up his neck to his jawline and then to his lips.

"All better?" She asked when she pulled away; he nodded his head eagerly in response. She then aided him in putting his shirt back on carefully. "I'm going to go wash my hands and then I'll come lay down with you, alright?"

"Okay, that sounds good." He smiled, if he had to be in pain all day having Lydia to cuddle with would make it bearable.

"Can I borrow a tee shirt?" She asked after coming back into the room a few minutes, shutting the door behind her.

"Uh yeah sure, third drawer down." He said as he pointed to the dresser on the other side of the room. She walked over towards it and pulled out a shirt before stripping out of her clothes. He turned his attention away instinctively, just because they were dating didn't mean he had to watch her undress. He always wanted to be sure he was being respectful, even if she didn't care if he watched.

"Thanks." She said as she walked toward the bed gracefully, clad in nothing but a pair of maroon underwear and one of his many Beacon Hills lacrosse shirts, this one did just so happen to be the grey one with his last name and jersey number on the back.

"Do you need a pair of sweatpants or anything?" He asked.

"No. Why you don't mind do you?" She asked as she climbed up into bed next to him, about to bury herself in the covers.

"No, I don't mind, I just want to make sure you're comfortable."

"Good. I just wanted to give you a little bit of an incentive to get better soon." She said as she nestled into the bed and moved next to Stiles so that he could rest his head against her chest, allowing her to run her perfectly manicured fingers through his hair again and to kiss his head lovingly.

"Let me know if you need anything okay?"

"Alright." He yawned, completely comfortable with her there. It felt good to be able to let their guards down with each other. Soon he was asleep and she was calmed by his breath and she too fell asleep. Occasionally they would awake at the same time and talk about mindless things or press kisses to each other's lips. She helped him to the bathroom once and retrieved food and pain killers for him a few times and she was happy to do so. And even as he was in terrible pain, she made it bearable. He hadn't felt that sort of comfort since before his mother became ill. It felt good to have someone with that feminine and loving touch to nurse him back to health. It also made him happy to know that one day Lydia would be a great mother to their kids. Maybe he was thinking a bit far ahead, but it was virtually impossible not to think of happy things when he finally was at a point where he could be happy.