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“Hey, Chris? Have you seen my- holy crap! You’re bleeding really bad!” Stiles said, darting over to the older hunter. Chris glanced up at him and growled.
“I noticed. Go away, I can deal with it myself,” Chris growled, hissing as he pressed some more peroxide to the angry-looking wound on his side.
“But that looks-“
“I know how it looks, now get lost! I’m dealing with it myself.”
“Do you know how to treat a wound like that?”
Chris growled at Stiles. The younger man simply looked at him and waited. Shadow, on the other hand, walked over and sat next to his foot, giving him a very serious look.
“Of course I do. Get out, Stiles, and don’t you dare tell Peter,” Chris glared at him.
“If you let me stay, I can fix it for you. I won’t say a word the entire time, I swear. One little spell, you will be right as rain.”
“I... fine. Make it quick, though. I don’t have all day.”
Stiles stepped into the room and walked over to the hunter. In order for his spell to work, he needed to know the full extent of the injury, so he needed to examine the hunter without him getting mad.
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“That’s...a lot of blood. Okay, shit, okay.” Scott ripped his hoodie off without hesitation, pressed it to Mason’s gut. “Put pressure on that for me, as much as you can. I’m going to call-”
“No hospital,” the witch croaked.
“Of course no hospital, what do you think I am, an idiot? That would be like serving you up on a platter for hunters to finish off.” The Alpha fumbled for his phone with one hand, the other pressing down hard against the witch’s stomach. “I’m calling my brother--he’s a Spark. He’s also the mate to the other Alpha of the area and you could absolutely offend Derek in some way, but you’re dying, so needs must and all that. Now hold on.”
When Stiles arrived, Derek in tow, Mason was looking paler than he should have been.
“Scott, I thought I taught you how to take care of your puppies. Am I going to have to talk to Kira?” Stiles said, even as he started letting his spark wander over the wound.
“Can you…”
“Of course. You, however, have to apologize to Derek. You interrupted date night and he is a bit grumpy.”
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“For the last time,” Stiles growled, pushing John’s shoulders back against the pillows, “Don’t touch your stitches.”
“But they itch,” the sheriff whined, hands still scrabbling to reach under his shirt and scratch at the thread holding his left side together while it healed. He’d been injured in a fight, defending the station from some hunters that didn’t take Chris’ warning seriously and Stiles’ self-flagellating nature was already overriding his common sense.
“I’m sorry for getting you into this mess,” the Spark sighed, taking both of John’s hands in his and squeezing. “You shouldn’t have to defend the town from hunters. You shouldn’t be involved in this at all.”
“Stiles, I made the choice to completely involve myself in all of this. It is not your fault that they didn’t think that Chris was serious, and it isn’t your fault that I chose to stand my ground at the station. You kept me alive and you are making sure that I am okay. That is what is important here.”
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Jordan was working with his dad. While they were getting ready to arrest their subject, a different subject tried to stab his dad. Jordan did the only logical thing that he could, stepped in the way of the knife.
“Stiles is going to kill you,” John said as he held some cloth to the stab wound.
He was quick to call Stiles when they arrived at the hospital. He knew that Melissa would keep the doctors away, especially since Jordan was already healing with fire.
“I thought that having you work directly with my dad would mean you were safer. I guess that was a lie,” Stiles said, pulling the cloth away from the wound.
“Stiles, you regularly get injured by supernatural creatures. Safe to say, I prefer to be stabbed by a human rather than a hunter or creature,” Jordan said, wincing.
“Want to tell me exactly what happened?”
Jordan relayed the entire story to the Spark as he poked at the wound. He could feel the magic working alongside his own abilities. Sighing, Stiles removed his hands from the deputy and let him stand up.
“Son, he saved my life tonight, try not to completely murder him,” John said, patting Stiles on the shoulder.
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Stiles woke up, wincing as the pain returned. Getting out of bed, he headed for the door. It opened into the hallway that he started to make his way down. Near the end of his journey, he started to trip, but before he hit the ground, arms wrapped around him. He looked up into the face of his mate. Derek smiled at him, picked him up, and give him a kiss on his forehead.
“You shouldn’t be out of bed yet, you still need to recover.”
“But, I don’t like being in the bedroom by myself.”
Derek shook his head.
“Peter is sure that he got all of the poison out of your system. Your Spark should start kicking in and help you heal a bit faster. If you are lonely, the betas are all in the living room. I will send them back here, with Shadow. Our child has been whining and pacing, but he wouldn’t come down here.”
Derek laid him in the bed and covered him back up. Stiles sighed, grabbing his hand as he went to step away. Derek smiled and leaned down to rest his forehead against Stiles’.
“Thank you for taking such good care of me,” Stiles whispered.
“Always. I will send your puppies down here and bring you some dinner.”
Stiles smiled and pressed a kiss to the hand that he had taken.
“Tell Peter he can come too, he did save my life a little today,” He whispered.
Derek smiled and pressed a kiss to his forehead before standing up. As he walked out the door, Shadow came running in. He jumped onto the bed and pressed his nose to the spot that the poisoned scratches had been.