Alice woke up to the beeping of machines and her brother's voice.
"Dad, dad, I think she's waking up," Stiles whispered, and she cracked an eye open to see him leaning over the bed, his face only a few inches from hers.
"Jesus, Stiles," she startled, having no choice but to look into his wide-eyed stare until he was ripped away.
"Stiles, give your sister some space for christ's sake," her dad scolded, returning to her bedside with a cup of water. "Here honey, drink this," he put the straw to her lips, and she sucked it down like she hadn't drunk in days.
"Wait, dad, how long have I been out?" she questioned frantically, fearing the worst given Stiles' reaction to her waking up.
"Only a few hours, honey. You were passed out when Peter brought you in, but they said it was due to exhaustion and dehydration. Hence the IV," he gestured to the needle in her arm.
"Oh, thank god," she mumbled before turning to glare at Stiles, "why were you all up in my business?! You made me think I just woke up from some years-long coma!" she thumped him on the forehead for good measure.
"Ow, Alice! When they said Peter brought you in, I thought the worst!" he exclaimed, rubbing the red mark.
"Well, instead of accusing him, you should be thanking him because he did find me, and he did that werewolf thing where they take your pain away," she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.
"We are very thankful to Peter," Sheriff Stilinski frowned slightly before leaning down to kiss the top of her head, "and so happy you're safe and sound, honey. I hate to think of what would've happened if he hadn't found you," he scratched the back of his head, "I mean truth be told, I didn't even know you were missing," he sighs, running a hand over his face.
"It's okay, dad," she placed her hand on his cheek, "I'm a grown woman. You can't know what I'm doing every second of the day."
"Okay, honey," he conceded.
It isn't long after that the pain in her ankle returned full force. The doctor came in to explain that she had a torn ligament in her ankle, and she'd have to wear a brace for two weeks. They wanted to keep her overnight for further observation, and once her dad and Stiles left, they gave her dinner with a side of hydrocodone. Alice had never been one to take heavy pain meds, but with her ankle becoming unbearable, she popped the pills in her mouth and washed them down with a sip of apple juice.
As the hospital settled down for the night, her mind started to get fuzzy, and relaxation washed over her. She sank into the pillows with a pleasant hum, ready to drift off to sleep, when she heard the door creak open.
Peter leaned against the open doorway and looked at her for a moment before walking into the room. He lifted the blanket at her feet and inspected her injured ankle, frowning to himself, before meeting her hooded gaze.
"I see that pain medication is working its magic," he chuckled before taking a seat in the chair next to hers. "How're you feeling, sweetheart?"
"I feel amazing," she said with a dreamy smile. "Even better than when you did your wolfy healing thing earlier."
"Oh yeah?" he grinned, reaching over to twirl a long strand of her blonde hair between his fingers.
"Mhmmm and even better than I felt in my dream the other night," she said with closed eyes, missing the way his hand stilled and eyes widened. Peter bit the inside of his cheek, debating whether he should be a gentleman and leave it or fish for information. However, before he'd made up his mind, Alice made the decision for him.
"Your hands felt so good all over me. Especially when they were all rough and running up my thighs," she sighed, moving her hands to her lap, trying to reach under the blanket. "And your dick-" she started.
"Okay, I think it's time for you to go to bed," he jolted up from his chair, cutting her off. He placed her hands back by her sides and pulled the blanket up to her chest, effectively tucking her in.
"B-but I want to tell you about my dreams," she whined, reaching for him.
"You can tomorrow, baby, but right now you need to get some sleep. I promise we'll talk about every single dream you've had about me," Peter smirked as she settled into the pillow and mumbled a sleepy "M'kay."