Stiles leaned into the touch, missing it when it was gone. "Thanks," he said, watching Derek leave. While he was gone, Stiles shifted back to lean against the headboard, legs stretched out in front of him on the bed to get comfortable. It was a good position to rest in, since it didn't hurt his shoulder too much.

Taking the bottle from Derek when he got back, he downed about half of it in one go, then settled it between his legs so it wouldn't spill. He let out a low groan as the pain faded when Derek began leeching the pain from him, the ache and sharpness from the wound ebbing away.

"Oh my god, that's so much better," he mumbled, resting his head back against the headboard.