Stiles stumbled falling and sliding across the leaves of the forest ground, he was running with the pack and a root caught him sending him crashing to the unforgiving ground. His wrist screamed out in pain causing his elbows to buckle under him and a pain shot through his hand. He looked up confused seeing blood run from it and a ruffling of the leaves. Tilting his head he winced his wrist distracting him from thinking about whatever just happened. He must have cut it on a stick or something, which sucked and would be just his luck.
“Stiles?” Derek was standing there, Scott and Erica standing behind him looking confused as well. It really only took seconds for the Alpha to notice that Stiles had fallen too far behind from them for him to still be running with all of them and shifted them around to check up on his mate. Stiles held his wrist against his chest with a stupid grin, rubbing the back of his head with his free hand.
“I don’t think I win points for being graceful” He pointed at the root that had been his literal downfall and Derek snorted rolling his eyes and crouching down, turning to talk to the rest of his pack for a second. “Keep running, find Isaac, Boyd and Jackson and head back to the house. Scott, go ahead and warn Allison and Lydia were coming back” His pack nodded not offering protest, though Scott looked as though he wanted to he knew better and they all bolted off in the directions needed. Derek turned his attention back wrinkling his nose at the smell of blood, and a bitter smell he couldn’t place. “Lemme see” He gestured reaching out. Instinctively Stiles pulled back and Derek paused waiting it for a second before letting the wolf see wincing when he poked around the bone.
“It’s not broken, sprained though for sure” His wolf was whining, even small wounds got him into a twist, the wolf inside always wanting to fix even a paper cut when it came to its mate. Derek moved grabbing Stiles good arm and helping him up to stand. Looking down at the human’s feet in a silent question, he did trip after all and he didn’t want the other walking on an injured leg if he didn’t have to. Stiles laughed shaking his head.
“I’m fine seriously. I tripped and cut my hand on a branch. Don’t get that face okay you know when you signed up for this” He gestured to himself. “You wouldn’t be getting grace on a flawless stick” He rambled.
“Stop talking” Stiles made a mock face of being offended before laughing and going on rambling about how Derek should be nice to him for he was injured, which just made the wolf want to be less nice. The house was a good distance off considering how far they ran in and the conversation kept shifting despite Derek’s lack of input but Stiles rambling meant he wasn’t that hurt and that enough was to calm Derek down, for him to slip back into what Stiles kept rambling to be his sourwolf face. He was really questioning his decision in mates as they were nearing the house when Stiles talking slowed more and more than finally just stopped all together, Derek looked at him to check up watching the other stumble his hand moving quickly to stabilize the teen who had his good hand twisting on his stomach. Derek smelled pain, pain he hadn’t smelled before until now, when he looked at Stiles and saw the sweat on his face and dazed look now in his eyes. Derek fully stopped turning and looking as concerned as he felt like he could allow.
“Are you okay?” Because sprained wrists didn’t equal this, and that bitter scent was getting stronger making Derek nauseas, in the end however, it was Stiles who vomited legs giving out under him and Derek caught him. “Stiles? Stiles!” He yelled what the fuck was going on? The smell was overwhelming and Derek finally caught sight of the injured hand it was swollen and bruised, and bleeding a lot more than Derek was okay with. He was almost positive Stiles didn’t ‘just cut it on a branch’ before his mind clicked the smell with something familiar.
Poison, not just any kind though the reptile kind, snake, a snake must of bit the other when he hit the ground. Whether Stiles knew it or not Derek wasn’t sure but the venom was running through his veins and they needed to get him help, fast, and now.
Stiles threw up again and Derek lifted him, ignoring the whimpers and cries that had just suddenly began to leak out, Stiles must have been feeling the pain for awhile now. Minutes, maybe since the accident. It shook him in ways he didn’t like, Stiles was rambling about Derek having more respect for the injured, and now he was vomiting, shaking and the smell of blood was powerful overwhelming most of his senses. He broke off into a sprint, covering the distance that was left between them and the house. Everyone was already outside and rushed up to meet him rambling about smells and asking what was going on. Wondering why there friend was crying in pain in the alphas arms.
“Scott get the keys to the jeep!” He yelled. Scott paused but a whine from Stiles caused him to move quickly running inside the old house.
“Derek” Erica however didn’t seem to have a problem asking what was going on and judging by the looks on his packs faces they all wanted to know. He made a face, looking down at the teen in his arms.
“Poison something bit him….a snake most likely. Find out what kind. I’m taking him to the hospital…we can’t help him here.” A story was easy to spin that they found him in the woods and so on, and Derek would rather put their secret group meetings in the open than have Stiles die. “Find out what it was, come to the hospital the second you do” He demanded as Scott ran out throwing open the door to the jeep and making sure Derek was okay climbing in before moving to the driver’s side to climb in himself giving Allison a look before punching it. The jeep whined at the mistreatment of them barreling out of the Hale house yard dirt kicking up behind it and breaking almost every speed limit law to get there friend to the hospital.
Derek shifted slightly, they were in the back seat so Stiles could lay out, legs scrunched up slightly in the small space his head in the wolfs lap. The older was running his fingers over the buzzed hair trying to soothe the teen withering in pain and his wolf crying to help it’s mate in the only way it knew how. A way Derek would never let it, so he soothed and tried to comfort knowing Scott was breaking laws right now to get them there.
Stiles amber eyes looked into his green, it was obvious to see that the other wasn’;t there at all the pain and venom doing it’s job. He rolled his head looking out the windshield before tensing up, his muscles seizing tight under Derek’s hands and the older hushed his cry, He relaxed, tensing before jerking and the convulsions started. “Oh Jesus fuck” Scott yelled from his position hitting the engine harder. They could run faster but with the Argents lurking and looking for any reason to kill them it wasn’t safe for even Stiles, it could do more harm than good right now. Derek held him whispering anything he could think of, anything to be slightly of comfort. He hated himself, hated that he brought Stiles into those woods and into this situation.
They swerved into the parking lot of the hospital, the car squealing loudly drawing the attention of everyone standing outside and taking up at least three spaces. Scott threw the keys out and moved quickly helping move Stiles out of the jeep, the convulsions had stopped but the blood was running from his hand faster, a yellow liquid moving with it as well now. Derek could smell the venom overtaking the smell of blood.
They ignored the yelling of the people in the lot pushing through the doors of the small hospital. Scott running to find his Mom, someone they knew to help, that could help and wouldn’t hesitate to. People were suddenly moving around them and Derek almost, almost attacked the person taking Stiles, his eyes flashing red, which thankfully no one seemed to either care or notice. But he gave in, letting them lay Stiles out on the stretcher, knowing that they came here for help and Derek killing half the medical staff would not help. Scotts Mom ran in shouting about a snake bite and information on Stiles that Derek didn’t even know the answer to.
And just like that, He was taken through the doors and away from his mate and best friend.
Derek stumbled back and slumped into the hard plastic chair, joined by Scott. His pack slowly appeared in small groups, obviously coming in different cars and having left at different times. First it was Lydia and Allison running in and informing them on the type of snake that they found, the one that bit Stiles, and Erica showed up behind them with Jackson quickly followed by Isaac and Boyd.
Derek rubbed at his face from his position. All they could do is wait.
The Sheriff showed ran in, his partner close behind the smell of panic suddenly becoming the strongest scent in the room. The man’s fear washing over the wolves in the room like a blanket it made Derek sick. He was flushed, scared, and Derek clenched his fist at it, watching the man he’d only met a few time, in cuffs.
Scotts Mom moved out to sooth the elder man on his son Scott getting up as well to calm his best friends Dad, but neither had news for the group or the Sheriff. Scott spent a few minutes trying to get the elder man to calm down before the fear and panic was diverted to questioning Scott, and soon Derek.
It was good enough for Derek, he at least had a distraction from the heartbeat he was listening to tracking. He knew if it stopped there’d be nothing left for him, or the man questioning him right now.
Ms.McCall came out what felt like hours later; she looked exhausted but smiled at them all when she came out. Knowing a grim face in these situation did harm even when the news was good. “He’ll be alright, thanks to Lydia here, we got the perfect Anti-Venom and got him on a cocktail of it and fluids. His wrist is all bound up and he’s resting now…but he asked for you two” She looked at Derek and then the Sherif. Derek could care less that Stiles father was now looking at him confused and somewhat angry, but moved following the nurse to the room his son was at. Derek could tell his pack wanted to follow, to see how their second in command was doing, but knew also now was not the time. The Sheriff didn’t so much as look at him as the two were escorted up to the right room.
Stiles was laying, his hand bandaged up to near his elbow, an IV feeding into under the bandages and around them as well as a thin tubing of oxygen under his noise and monitors checking on him, making sure everything was perfect, that the teen in the bed would stay in the condition they wanted. The wolf whined at the sight of its mate, but calmed sensing no pain or any other emotions that screamed help from the one in front of him. Stiles Dad moved, taking his sons good hand and rubbing his thumb over it seeming to show every one of his years on his face and then some.
He didn’t bother Derek, or question him. His worry for his Son overriding all emotions in him right now, from when he got the call that his son was brought in critical condition from a snake bite to now, he felt the same fear he had watching his wife die. That he was going to lose the only thing that mattered to him in this world that he’d have to bury his whole family before he turned 60. The fear was so bad he wasn’t even able to drive to the hospital, his partner understanding completely and even turning the siren on.
He kneeled bringing the smaller hand up to his mouth and looking at his son and Derek wrapped his fingers around the ankle, reassuring himself that everything would be okay. Neither said anything to each other, and Derek knew there would be questions later, but for now the two were reassuring themselves that there most important person was okay, that he was fine and it wouldn’t be changing any time soon.
Stiles woke up later, if only for a little bit, letting the pack swarm him and reassure there wolves that he was okay, his Dad had him alone for a little bit, not even talking to him really so much as sitting there in reassurance. Listening to Stiles talk in a drugged up fashion, smile at his Dad. He seemed okay after that alone time, harassing Scott about the dangers of the wood right after it.
A few days later saw his release, and the proud owner of a few more meds to take for the next few weeks, the plus side was he got a very warm werewolf in his bed every night.
“You can never do anything half way can you?” Derek whispered, they were curled up in Stiles bed together a few days after his release, Stiles bandaged hand laying between them for its protection. They had yet to talk about it, whether it was because Derek didn’t like remembering or Stiles was to drugged up at night to really hold a proper conversation didn’t matter.
Stiles laughed more relaxed obviously still on the good stuff but not quite as strong, shaking his head his eyes were closed, resting his forehead against the wolfs. “No. It’d make it too easy on you of course. I need to keep you on your toes” Derek gave a choked laugh nuzzling against him.
“You’re such an idiot”