«Teen Wolf». Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski. «Everything will be fine...»
January 23, 2024 at 8:19 AM
Notes:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/43328496/chapters/108916110
"Oh, come on, I'll just help Scott, everything will be fine," Stilinski assured the gloomy man, "well, what can happen if my best friend is a werewolf, and besides, a True Alpha? His pack will also help. Well, Derek, please…"
Derek just shook his head and opened his mouth, intending to challenge the words of the sheriff's son, but the sheriff stopped his mouth with a kiss.
"Please, Derek..." the man drawled, looking pleadingly at the werewolf.
And Hale gave up. After all, if Stiles is being looked after, maybe everything will really be fine?
The guy smiled contentedly and kissed the Alpha.
"I love you, my sour wolf."
"I love you too, Stiles."
***
"Derek," Scott drawled unhappily, not daring to look into the eyes of his best friend's boyfriend. The werewolf just growled: "How did you manage to lose Stiles?" He turned away from the window he had been looking out of for about two minutes and looked at McCall. The Alpha shrugged vaguely: "He said himself that he would go with them…" "WHAT?!"***
The younger Stilinski was searched for four hours. The werewolves were checking the woods, houses, hospital, school, and the sheriff was driving along the roads of Bacon Hills, interviewing people. The guy was found in the woods, and near the place where he was lying, there were traces of wheels. He was bleeding openly and breathing heavily, as if after a long run. Scott, whom Hale took with him, took a closer look at the wound. The vein was damaged, as the blood was dark, with a cherry tint and slowly flowed out of the wound. Derek dropped to his knees next to Stiles and tried to feel for a pulse. "We need to go to the hospital urgently," said the werewolf standing over them. Sour wolf nodded and, carefully picking up the man in his arms, ran him to the car.***
"Do you think he'll survive?" Isaac asked the Alpha quietly, glancing every now and then in the direction of the gloomy and very serious Derek. McCall just shook his head. "I don't know," he mouthed. Melissa and one of the surgeons who operated on the sheriff's son came out of the operating room, where Stiles was taken immediately after arriving at the hospital. Three werewolves immediately ran up to them. "Well, what?" Hale asked fearfully. Mrs. McCall looked at her son and his friends with a very sad look. "Unfortunately, the patient died on the operating table", the doctor replied, "I'm sorry". Derek Hale's world suddenly lost all its colors.
