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[iamnotbrooding]

Derek focused on the house, listening intently. The Sheriff's car wasn't in the driveway and he could only hear one heartbeat in the house so he assumed Stiles was home alone. He debated for a moment before foregoing the front door and leaping up to Stiles' window. Sliding it open, he ducked his head inside to see Stiles lying on his bed and not looking too well.

After everything that had happened with the Beast, not to mention what happened to Stiles when he was at Malia's, Derek had been worried. A shard of glass through the chest was nothing to laugh at and he'd been waiting for what felt like ages to get to Stiles and check on him.

"Hey," he said softly, sliding inside and closing the window behind him. "How are you feeling?"

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[causticly]

He can feel Derek draining his pain away only because it makes him feel a little more tired than he had been before, which helps him relax into the mattress, and Derek.

"Mmkay," he murmurs, eyes beginning to droop shut, and in a few moments the teen falls asleep curled against Derek's side, head turned and face pressed against his shoulder and neck as his breathing evens out.