Derek frowned, feeling guilt that he hadn't been able to get to Stiles sooner, that he'd had to be in pain for so long. But now that he was here, he didn't plan on going anywhere unless it was to get something for Stiles.

"I talked to Braeden, she told me what happened at Malia's," he said, looking at his own feet for a moment. When it all finally went down, Derek hadn't been there, hadn't been able to help anyone and he hated it. "How much damage did the glass do? Did it go through your muscle?"

He ran his fingers through his hair. "I'm sorry I wasn't there, Stiles."