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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]

The sound of his window opening doesn't startle him the way it used to, but he expected it to be Scott and not Derek. He quickly composed himself and did a good job of hiding any pain he felt as he sat up, moving to the edge of the bed.

"I'm good, fine. Just a little tired and worn out, I guess, from everything that happened," he said, which wasn't exactly a lie. He was tired and worn out, but his chest and shoulder also hurt like a bitch. He'd done a good job of hiding it from his dad and to an extent his friends. They also had a lot on their plate so Stiles just... dealt with it the way he did most things. On his own.