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Stiles peeled his eyes open followed by a groan. He tried to move but winced when a sharp pain shot through his chest. Loud beeping sound above his head was annoying him and he wanted it to stop. Where was he? Why was he lying on a cold hard bed? He was about to move again when a voice reached his ears
"Stiles! Thank God you woke up! Are you okay? Stay still okay. Don't move. I'm calling the doctor"
Stiles blinked. Okay first thing first. That was definitely Derek's voice. Secondly why shouldn't he move and why in the world does he need a doctor. Another sharp pain erupted in his chest and he screwed his eyes shut. Yeah okay...a doctor would be nice right now
"It's gonna be okay Stiles"
Stiles turned his head and met Derek's eyes. It was only then he remembered what had happened to him. He slowly reached out to Derek "Are you..okay?"
"I'm fine. Thanks to you. It was a stupid move but you saved my life"
Stiles gave a small nod and then a thought crossed his mind "My Dad?"
"Don't worry about him. He's recovering well. I haven't told him about you...didn't want him to worry but he's good now"
"Thank you" Stiles looked into Derek's eyes "So... can I be forgiven now?" Derek took Stiles's hand in his "Stiles you were unconscious for eighteen hours. You know today I was going to get engaged so.."
Stiles's wide eyes flickered on Derek's hand and heart sank in his stomach when he saw a ring on his finger "You got...engaged?"
Derek nodded with a broad smile "Yes and my fiance is the best guy in the world. He's sweet lovable and cutest man in the world"
Stiles's eyes shone with tears
"Would you like to meet him?"
"No thank you" Stiles tried to pull his hand but Derek kept a tight hold "C'mon be a sport. I'm sure you'll love him"
Stiles gasped when Derek pulled away his hand "Oh my God"
FLASHBACK
"Stiles!"
Stiles let out a gurgled cough. He wanted to tell Derek not to worry but feels darkness edging into his vision. His breath came in ragged, shallow gasps as he placed his shaky hand over Derek's "So..Sorry"
Derek pulled out his cell and dialled 911 "Please help me! My friend is stabbed...I need help immediately!" he yelled in desperate voice. After informing which street they were in he hung up and turned his attention back on Stiles. Derek's hand trembled as he tenderly caressed Stiles's cheek with one hand and finally allowed his eyes to release the tears he had built up. Despite his best efforts to apply pressure, the blood flow was rentless which wasn't helped by his shaking
"Please don't die...Stiles please stay with me" Derek pleaded but he could feel Stiles's breath had become more irregular and deep. His eyes were barely open as tears dripped from the corner of his eyes "No no no Stiles stay with me! Help is gonna be here soon. You hear me? Open your eyes!"
Stiles wanted to listen to Derek but the pain in his chest was making impossible for him to concentrate. Oh God he was going to die. He knew it. Otherwise why couldn't he breathe properly. Why couldn't he see Derek's face anymore. Why were his ears ringing. Why was everything slowing around him. Why he couldn't get his damn eyes open. Yup definitely dying
"STILES! NO!" Derek shouted when Stiles's head titled to his side "You're not leaving me!" he finally heard sirens and hope filled in his chest and yelled at the paramedics "Hurry up!"
Derek was pushed aside by one of the paramedic who quickly pressed the wound with big white gauge. Another one placed an oxygen mask on Stiles's mouth "He's barely breathing. We should hurry!"
"Which hospital are you taking him?" asked Derek
"Good Health. Let's go!" said the first paramedic. They quickly strapped Stiles to a board and loaded him in the ambulance "He's loosing too much blood! I need more gauge" was the last words Derek heard as the ambulance door shut close
Derek ran his way back to the hospital. He reached in time to see Stiles getting whisked away inside the emergency ward. He staggered on his feet and sank down on a waiting chair staring at his blood stained hands. What had he done? Stiles was fighting for his life because of him. If he hadn't been so stubborn, none of this would have happened. If he had forgiven Stiles the day he came to his office, he wouldn't have gotten hurt today
It was obvious that Stiles was genuinely sorry for his actions and loved him but because of his anger, there was a chance fate would cruelly take him away from his life. The one person who meant the world to him. Why couldn't he see it wasn't Stiles's fault but the circumstances created by Adam. He should have acted maturely and talked about the situation, not repeat the same mistake Stiles did "I'm sorry Stiles... come back to me... don't leave me... I...I love you"
Derek looked at the closed door where Stiles was being treated and tears fell from his eyes "You better come back to me or else I'll kick your ass" he pulled out his cell and dialled a number "Garry? Sorry to disturb you at this hour but I need to tell you something"
Minutes passed into hours but Derek didn't get any news on Stiles. Doctors and nurses went in and out but still nothing. Eventually his patience ran out after pacing and he rushed towards a nurse who walked out of the emergency room "Excuse me could you please tell if Stiles is okay?"
"The one with the stab wound?"
Derek nodded "Yes. How is he? He's okay now right?"
"Are you his family"
Derek didn't know what to say but he nodded anyway "Yeah kind of...he's my boyfriend"
"Well he just came out of the theatre and it went well. Although he's not out of the woods yet"
Tears brimmed once again in Derek's eyes "Can I see him?"
"We're shifting him to ICU. You won't be able to go inside but you can see him from outside"
Derek nodded "Thank you"
"Son?"
Derek turned around to see his father and ran towards him like a small child seeking for comfort "Dad!" James hugged his son tightly "Garry called and told me everything"
"Stiles..." Derek's voice broke
"It's going to be alright son. We'll talk about it later. Right now you need to be strong for him" James said softly and ran a hand on Derek's back "By the way I brought something for you"
Derek looked through the window and saw Stiles unconscious and surrounded by an array of equipment that he had no idea what they were doing to him. Stiles looked so young and fragile and he just wanted to touch him, hold him in his arms. He couldn't stop the lone tear that fell from his eyes. Once again he found himself drowning in the silence and emptiness of the waiting room.
Daylight disappeared and now it was late evening when finally the doctors annouced Stiles was out of danger and Derek thought he could breathe again. His smile reached his ears and he thanked God for returning Stiles back to him.
A nurse came and informed Derek that if he wanted, he could sit near Stiles because his health was improving and was about to wake any time soon. Derek was more than happy to get inside the room. He cleaned himself as best as he could and entered in the ICU
Derek sat down next to Stiles's bed and took his hand in his "Thank you for not leaving me" he sniffed and then a small grin formed on his face " But you've scared the shit out of me so I'm going to make you pay" Derek pulled a box out from his pocket which was brought by his father and smiled. He carefully slipped the engagement ring on Stiles's finger and kissed at the back of his hand "Get well soon my future husband"
PRESENT
Stiles gasped when he saw the ring on his finger matched with the ring on Derek's finger "Oh my God"
Derek laughed placing a soft kiss on Stiles's lips "I'm engaged to you Stiles"
Stiles burst into tears and gave a light hit on Derek's arm "You're one mean fiance. You couldn't have told me directly?"
"Aww c'mon! A little payback doesn't hurt right?"
"Doesn't hurt? You almost gave me a heart attack... when I'm right in the hospital bed!" Stiles raised his voice wincing when his ribs protested against the strain "Aww..aww aww... damn this is hurting"
"Hey relax okay. Don't strain yourself" Derek heard the door open and saw a doctor enter "I see you're awake Mr Stilinski. How are you feeling now?"
"Still hurts" Stiles whined
The doctor checked the wound and Stiles's vitals "You're doing great. Everything seems good and for the pain l'll increase the dose of painkillers"
"Thank you"
When the doctor left Derek sat down next to Stiles and reached up to gently cup his face rubbing his thumb along his freckled finance's face "I'm sorry"
"No I'm sorry"
"I'm more sorry" said Derek and Stiles shook his head "I'm sorriest"
"That's not even a word"
"It's in my dictionary. I could get you one if you want"
Derek rolled his eyes "No Stiles I should be apologising. You got hurt because of me. I'm sorry"
"Yeah but who started it? Me! I hurt you first so I'm sorry"
"Stiles first you'll accept my apology"
"Why do you get to go first. You should forgive me first"
"Because you kept apologizing and I was acting like a stubborn idiot"
"I agree" Stiles said with a goofy smile on his face
"I wasn't finished yet"
Stiles looked at him confusingly
"You also behaved like a stubborn idiot who silent give up on us"
Stiles chuckled lightly "Guess that makes us two idiots in love"
Derek smiled leaning down for a kiss "I love you Stiles"
"I love you too Derek"
THE END :-)))