"You're a little warm, but not hot or anything," he said, cupping Stiles' face for a moment before releasing him. "Stay here, I'll get you something to drink then take some more pain away, maybe you'll feel like eating when I'm done."

Derek went down to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, his eyes scanning the other contents to take note of what they had to eat. He could make Stiles a sandwich or an omelette if he got his appetite back.

He took the stairs two at a time, opening the bottle as he went so he could hand it to Stiles. He waited until he was done drinking, then took his hand to draw out more pain.

"Any better?" he asked, brushing his thumb over the top of Stiles' hand.