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Stiles had been sleeping for several hours when the pack was asked to leave because visiting hours were over. They all said goodbye to him even though he was asleep, and reluctantly made their way back home. The sheriff sat and talked with Stiles for a while before he was also forced to make his way back home.
It was almost dark outside, the hospital growing dim and quiet, when another person made their way down the hall. He was good at not looking suspicious, and blended in naturally. When he got to the other teenager's room he quietly turned the nob and walked in. Theo saw Stiles sleeping in the bed peacefully. Finally more on his own than because of the drugs pumping through his IV.
He pulled up a chair and sat next to him. He figured Stiles would be asleep but he was hoping he wouldn't. It didn't matter though, he had no where to be and could wait. He leaned back and made himself comfortable, listening tentatively for approaching nurses. He watched the other teen's chest rise and fall and the mask covering his face fog up. His breathing still didn't sound quite right, and was raspy and painful sounding, which was kind of irritating after a while.
Reluctantly Theo leaned forward to draw some pain from Stiles, but only because his painful breaths were annoying. Theo wished he would just wake up because sitting here looking at him actually made him feel a little guilty. But he didn't regret it. Now that Scott saw how dedicated he was to his pack and helping find Stiles, he knew they would trust him now.
Well all of them except for Stiles of course. Which was why he was here. So when Stiles woke up he could see the fake concern on Theo's face and they could talk.
So far his plan was going great. Parrish had taken the body when he removed it from under the dumpster and put it out in the preserve, where it was easy to find. It also felt great to kill Donovan, that kid was a tool.
Stiles began to stir for a few minutes before blinking his eyes open, and searching the room for his dad, and finding the scum of the Earth instead. Why the hell was Theo in his hospital room at 11 o'clock? He impatiently sighed and turned away to go back to sleep. But of course he couldn't because Theo was staring at him and draining his pain and it felt great and he was too weak to dramatically jerk his arm away even if he wanted to.
"Stiles. Please I just want to talk. I will leave if you want me to."
Stiles let out a sigh and turned back to him. "What", he said flatly.
"I just wanted you to know that the pack was really worried about you. I left them alone but I was watching over them while you were in here."
"Wow, that's incredibly creepy and I have no idea how that's supposed to make me like you", Stiles snarked back.
"Stiles I just want you to know that you have an amazing pack. I have seen what most packs are like, and they're not like this. You guys look out for each other, and they look out for you. You should just feel really thankful."
"Theo, I don't need you to tell me how awesome my friends are. Okay? I already know that they're awesome and that they care about me even though I'm a poor little human", Stiles said growing angry and impatient.
"Yeah I know. But I also want you to know that even though for whatever reason you hate me, and that I'm not part of the pack, I'm looking out for you too. And I was. I'm the one who stopped Donovan from escaping, and I'm the one who killed him. You deserve to know that. I wish I didn't have to, I really do. Your dad and Scott were there too."
After hearing that Stiles didn't really know what to say. He still didn't trust him. At all. But maybe he could get used to him being around. "Thanks I guess", he finally said turing to look at Donovan. And he really did look worried and upset.
"I'll let you go now. Get some rest", Donovan said patting his arm and standing up. He opened the door to walk out.
"Theo?" Stiles asked quickly, "Was Donovan even a little sorry, or guilty? Or anything at all?" He asked with big eyes.
Theo pondered how to answer that for a second. "No. I don't think he felt anything besides rage anymore. He was going to kill your dad. I guess that shows how barely human he was anymore."
Stiles nodded his head and laid back against the pillows. Theo gave a tight smile and closed the door on his way out.
Two more days passed of Stiles on bed rest in the hospital. And he was driving everyone nuts. Including the staff. He couldn't help it. It had been to long sitting still without his Adderall. And he had been a little sick the day before. Puking up what little food he had eaten, and making him not want to eat at all.
"Stiles. Just eat the damn food", the sheriff begged his son. "You need to start eating real food again."
"No", he said simply pushing the hospital food away.
"You're losing too much weight son."
Just looking at the food made him want to puke his guts up again. "I'm good."
Noah sighed and finally resigned. "Okay. We'll try again at dinner." He moved the tray out of the way.
A few minutes later Scott walked in and sad hello then sat down. "I see everyone here is in a good mood", Scott joked sensing the tension.
"Stiles here just hasn't eaten in like a week", the sheriff said.
"Don't want to either", Stiles said. He was a little sick but he mostly had puked because of a graphic nightmare of Donovan killing his dad. Of course he wasn't going to say that. He mostly tried to push the thoughts out of his head.
"Stiles. You okay bud? You don't look so good", Scott said reaching over to hold his hand.
Then he couldn't push the thoughts out and images flashed through his brain before he leaned over to puke. Scott saw it coming and held up trash can as he dry heaved into it. The sheriff jumped up and rubbed soothing circles on his back.
"I'm sorry Stiles. I'll stop asking you to eat. Just take it easy okay?" The sheriff said as he helped Stiles lean back.
Stiles winced his head pounding and stomach cramping and closed his eyes. Trying to block out the images. He was honestly ready to just go home. He hurt everywhere, but he wanted them to take him off of the strong meds. Before he knew it he was waking up a few hours later and Malia and Lydia were with him.
Malia smiled at him. He smiled back feeling a lot better.
"Hey", said reaching into her bag. "Your dad said you weren't eating anything so I brought you these", she said pulling out some curly fries.
He threw his head back and actually laughed. "Oh my gosh thank you so much!" He said taking them an chowing down.
Malia and Lydia were surprised expecting to have to force him to eat. But once he started it seemed like he couldn't stop. He chowed down on them little out little "oh my gosh"s and "so good"s.
"Well I think we win the award for getting the most out of Stiles in a week", Lydia said.
Stiles grinned and leaned back into the pillows. He actually felt really hungry now. Then his dad walked in.
"Hey bud how are ya feeling?" He asked ruffling his hair.
"I am starving!", he exclaimed. This caught the sheriff off guard. The doctor said his appetite would return witch vengeance but he puked just a few hours ago.
"Okay I will go see what I can do", he said then walked back out.
Stiles turned back to Malia and Lydia. "How are my girls doing? Did you miss me?"
"Of course Stiles. It wasn't the same without you", Lydia said holding his hand.
"Damn straight it wasn't."
"How do you feel?" Malia asked rubbing his shoulder.
"Actually if I'm being completely honest I feel just a little loopy", he said holding up his pointer finger and thumb with a small space between them.
"Yeah you were mumbling in your sleep earlier about something hurting so they put some stronger morphine back in your IV", Lydia said.
"Oh that was nice of them", is all Stiles said and Malia wished that careless smile could always be on his face.
Then his dad walked back in with a plate of steak, mashed potatoes, and green beans with a roll.
"Ohhhhhh yes!" Stiles threw his back yelling. The sheriff's eyes got wide and he looked at Stiles cheering about the gravy on his mashed potatoes then back at the girls. They just looked at him and giggled.
"Okay, I guess this is better than him laying there complaining about the catheter", the sheriff said sitting down. Scott walked in and Stiles began to dig in and they had to remind him he had silverware when he began to pick up mashed potatoes with his hands. That sent him into a speech of the pointlessness of silverware, a very Stiles subject, and he looked at the girls while he talked and they held onto his every word and looked very interested.
"Scotty wouldn't you agree if we just used sporks all the time instead of forks and spoons the world would be a better place. How many plastic spoons and forks are thrown away a year. Plastic silverware is killing our planet!" He yelled in conclusion and they had to shush him.
"Stiles there would still be a bunch of plastic sporks thrown away too it wouldn't solve anything", Scott said.
Stiles looked up with an exasperated look. "Scott, I don't have time for haters like you in my life. I'm not going to let you sparkle my dull." He said shoving his roll in his mouth.
Scott did everything he could from bursting out laughing. If only he could get a video of this. Everyone else did laugh.
"That's good Stiles you never let anyone sparkle your dull", Scott said smirking.
Stiles gave him a suspicious dirty look and with a mouth full of roll he said, "I feel like you're mocking me."
"Stiles I would never mock you. Your high as a bird right now", Scott said patting his arm.
"Ohhhhh, okay don't tell my dad", he said shoving his plate away.
"Stiles, son, I'm right here", the sheriff said patting his shoulder because Stiles seemed to forget he was sitting right by him.
"Oh my God Scott!" Stiles yelled seeing the sheriff badge then turned back to Scott. "Hide the weed the sheriff his here", whispered.
"Okay, that settles it I'm to have them come reduce your morphine", the sheriff said standing up.
"Awwwww do you have to?" Malia asked. Her Liam and Lydia were sitting back enjoying the show.
"Yes. Stiles finish your green beans", he ordered.
"Ew no."
"Stiles", the sheriff said with a warning look. Stiles just got a shit eating grin on his face.
"I will eat these green beans if you pull this catheter out of my-" Stiles started.
"Stiles!" Everyone yelled.