"Ok. I'm going to make you an omelette, get some protein into you, then you can sleep as long as you need to. I'll watch something on the computer while you sleep, keep taking away pain so you sleep better, alright?"

Derek kisses him and rolls carefully from the bed, doing his best not to jostle Stiles.

"If your dad comes home before you wake, I'll...talk to him." Whether it's a statement or a question, Derek isn't sure.