Stiles hadn't seen anyone in two weeks, he has a 'chest infection' he had told them. He just wanted time to recover and he'd see them soon, but this was a lie. He was ignoring them, he wanted to be left alone. He was fed up being a nuisance to them, only coming in useful when they needed information from the files in the Sheriff's office. Well he was done holding them back, he just let them get on with it. Stiles felt like he'd been getting in the way now for the last few problems they dealt with in beacon falls. Who was he to help, he was a mere human. He'd let them down or kept them back by getting hurt in some way and obviously he couldn't heal like they could. He felt like their pet, someone they had to look out for whenever they were doing the 'protect the city' thing. And stiles couldn't deal with it anymore. These two weeks hadn't been easy mind you, he did miss them but he thought it was ultimately for the greater good. And he was lying to his dad too, he was pretending he was still going to school, his dad was on night duties and didn't know any better. In home and asleep before Stiles would normally leave for and still asleep by the time he would have returned from school. He just made sure to be extra quiet, which was easy I guess, he just moped in bed all day. Days were bad, but evenings were worse, he'd get up and pretend like he was okay, he'd make dinner and pretend to do his homework, putting on a charade for his dad. His dad would go ballistic if he knew. Nights though, nights were the worst of all. After the sheriff would leave for his shift, stiles would sit all alone in their empty home, hoping that maybe someone might just call to check up on him, but that was wishful thinking. He hadn't heard from anyone after the first few days of being off, he told them he needed a few days, that he didn't have wolfy healing powers or anything and they accepted that. But you'd think that they'd have realised they hadn't seen him in 2 weeks. He decided to call it early tonight, maybe tomorrow he'd get up and decide the 'Stiles Hiatus' was over. He went through his now normal routine, he made himself a warm cup of camomile tea, it was healthy, he tried to get his dad to drink it instead of all the coffee but it didn't happen. After this he would tidy the kitchen, go get washed and settle into bed for the night. But tonight it wouldn't go like that. He finished his tea and went to the kitchen to start clearing up; he stacked all the dishes by the sink, cleared all the clutter and wiped down the surfaces. He filled the sink with warm water and started washing, this was normal, he would do the cooking and cleaning for his dad, he didn't mind, especially now, this was all he had to do all day. His hands were wet, the glass slipped, it smashed on the edge of the sink. Shards went everywhere; on the floor, on the counter, into the sink itself. Great, more of a mess to clear up. He was glad he had his shoes on or negotiating around would have been a problem, he cleared all the visible pieces from the floor and the worktop all that was left was the sink. He reached his hand in carefully, not being able to see through the soapy water. He got the plug out and the water started to drain. He felt a sharp scratch on the side of his wrist. Shit. It was bleeding, but it wasn't bad, he got a cloth and applied pressure for a little while, it was all good. He carefully, more so than before, cleared the glass from the sink using a dustpan and got round to finishing the dishes. The hassle was over now; it added a little excitement to his day. Stiles got out of the shower and towelled himself down. When he dried his right arm, he felt the pain in his wrist, it wasn't a bad pain, just enough to know that it was there without being unbearable. Huh, oh well, hopefully it doesn't scar. He finished getting dressed, he pulled on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt for bed and of he went. The usual thoughts crept through his mind as he lay there in the darkened room, it was still a little light outside but stiles pulled the blinds shut, shutting out the last of the light the sun had to offer today. They obviously don't need me. They've clearly gotten along fine without me this last fortnight. They didn't even care enough to check in. Seriously why didn't they just tell me to get lost before? All I ever did was hold them back. I'm so stupid for not seeing it before. Thoughts like this turned through his head every night as he tossed and turned trying to let sleep take over. As he rolled over he could feel the pain again in his arm. It hurt more this time as there was more pressure on it. It felt good in a weird way to Stiles. He was always getting hurt doing jobs with the pack, a trip here, a stumble there, a cut here and scratch there, it was normal and he could cope with the pain well. I guess this a familiar sensation for him, having not been out in weeks. He pressed hard until he finally drifted to sleep. That night he got the best sleep he did in a long time, it wasn't riddled with nightmares or waking up randomly for no reason, it was sound sleep. He woke up feeling good for the first time in as long as he could remember. Maybe he would go back to school today.