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Scott had been sitting with the Sheriff for three hours when they were finally brought some news. The doctor looked grim as he came to stand in front of the pair and Melissa came to stand with them.

"He had heavy internal bleeding and several broken ribs that caused problems for him. Besides the blood loss there was minimal damage, he was very lucky, he could have punctured a lung. We've fixed up what we could inside and set his ribs, we are also giving him blood to replace what he's lost but he isn't breathing on his own yet."

"Is he gonna be okay?" Scott couldn't help but feel responsible for what happened and Melissa took his hand as his voice shook.

"His body is very weak but he should recover fine. As long as he starts healing and hopefully breathing on his own he will be okay. Sheriff you can come see him for a while if you like."

The doctor lead the anxious father away as Scott sniffed and Melissa wrapped her arms around him.

"I should have protected him and now he's hurt and he has to stay here. He hates it here Mom."

Melissa pressed Scott closer to her and rubbed at her boys back as he cried.

"I know honey but Stiles will be okay and he wouldn't want you blaming yourself."

Scott felt like the worst friend ever but he wiped his eyes and pulled himself together deciding to wait till he got to see Stiles.

His Mom still had work so kissed his forehead and went back to it. Scott wasn't waiting long when he heard familiar voices.

"Scott! How's Stiles is he doing okay?" It was Allison and Lydia with Jackson in tow, looking worried and sitting next to a very surprised Scott.

"The doctor said he has internal bleeding but he'll be okay. What are you guys doing here?"

"I overheard my Dad talking to Gerard about the sheriff's kid being brought in. Gerard did it didn't he?" Scott nodded and wondered how Lydia and Jackson knew about what they were talking about but soon found that it hardly mattered.

"Jackson I really didn't think you would care about Stiles." The jock looked to Scott with a disgusted expression.

"I don't-" Lydia elbowed him hard.

"He helped to save both of us and for that we are grateful." She was glaring at Jackson while talking but soon returned her attention to Scott.

"Allison told me how he stayed in the hospital while I was here so this is the least I could do especially since apparently it was him and not Jackson that saved me on the Lacrosse field."

Scott nodded gratefully. He let out a deep breath and smiled happy to have the support of his friends.

Pretty soon there was even more noise and the stomps of several people walking towards them. Scott looked up to see Derek and his pack making their way towards them.

"What are you guys doing here? You're supposed to be runaways remember?"

Erica was holding Boyd's hand and looking around.

"Yeah well he may be annoying but the kid's nice and he helped save us. Is he okay?" Derek was looming in the back but seemed to be listening intently to his answer which surprised Scott most of all.

"Internal bleeding but the doc says he should be okay. He isn't breathing on his own though and they said he was coughing up blood. I should have been there."

Isaac put a hand on the wolfs shoulder.

"It's Stilinski he'll be fine and it was his fault for not getting help anyway." Derek coughed from the back and gave a 'not helping' look.

But it hardly mattered because now Scott wasn't alone and now Stiles would see how many people depended on him not being an idiot.

…..

John looked down at his boy, breathing tube in his mouth, bandages disappearing under his blanket and face as pale as his sheets. He took his sons limp hand in his own and sat, sighing as he did because he should have made Stiles get checked out as soon as he came home from being beaten up. None of this would have happened.

"Oh Claudia, I'm so sorry."

The beep of the heart monitor continued to play in a comforting rhythm of bleeps reminding the sheriff that Stiles was still here and he would be okay.

He sat there for an hour before Stiles started stirring. Fingers twitching and pulling at the Sheriffs hand and eyes scrunching shut. Stiles didn't know where he was but his Dad was there and talking to him.

He was calm until he realized something was in his mouth and down his throat. He began to cough but he hurt everywhere and the more he choked on whatever was in his mouth the more tears leaked from his eyes. There was yelling and Stiles thought his dad must have gotten somebody because soon there were hands holding him down and the thing in his throat was being pulled out.

It was painful, messy and scary having a tube pulled from your throat but he could finally breathe. Bleary eyes opened to his dad's teary face and a smiling Melissa.

"Stiles? You okay son? I was so worried, don't you ever do that again."

The boy opened his mouth to reply but it seems his father wasn't finished.

"Why didn't you tell anyone you were hurt? You could have died Stiles and I can't believe I didn't notice what was happening. I can't believe you didn't trust me enough to come to me for help."

"No dad that's not why…. I just didn't want you to worry."

"Well I was pretty damn worried when I found you barley breathing on the floor Stiles! I ….just please let me help next time."

Stiles felt tears on his cheeks again as he watched his father wipe his own eyes in frustration.

Melissa moved forward and tutted at the two.

"He needs to be resting John so no fighting you two." The nurse brushed the tears from Stiles' cheeks and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

"I'm glad you're okay sweetie."

Walking to the door she pat the Sheriff's shoulder as she went.

"I'll go tell Scott he's awake."