Damn hospital lights. Opening your eyes to have the freaking sun right in your face sucks. Seriously why do they have to be so bright?

"Ughh stupid, bright hmm."

"Stiles?" Heeey Scott's here.

"Hey Buddy how are you feeling?"

Once my eyes adjusted to the light I could see my best friend's worried face looking down at me. What had he asked me? How am I feeling? Wasn't I shot or something?

There was a dull ache in my stomach like the pain was too far away for me to really feel it. Other than that it was just a raw throat and a small headache. I could tell that the headache should be way worse so I must be pretty well drugged up. I looked back up at Scott and realized he must have been waiting or my answer a while.

"Ughh, High." Scott looked relieved and laughed, sitting down.

"Yeah Mum said they had you on some pretty good stuff."

I nodded, looking around the small room decorated with a few cards and bunches of flowers and noticed the little stuffed wolf sitting on the bedside table and gestured to the card that sat beside it weakly until Scott got the point and handed it to me.

"Dear Stiles. You're an idiot…. But we love you anyway. Get better soon and never, ever get hurt ever again. Love, The Pack."

Well isn't that sweet. They had all signed it too. Malia wrote "Your beds cold and too big without you in it. And I need help with my homework." And even Derek and Danny signed it. It looks like Derek had written nothing but his name and someone had added "Grrr" beside it.

"Everyone's been really worried man. Malia won't leave your room, everyone's been freaking out without you and Derek won't leave the woods except to check on you and the rest of the pack. He's trying to find the hunters responsible and…..talk to them."

"Do you mean talking with his words or his claws? Cause he can't just go around growling at people and expecting them to understand. Who cares about the hunters anyway? Their gone now it's fine."

Scott's mouth hung open and he looked angry, fists clenched at his sides. "They shot you Stiles! Don't you get that? They knew you were human. A seventeen year old human and they still shot you. How is that okay?"

"It's not okay. It sucks, like it's actually very inconvenient and it hurts like a bitch but can you just leave it please? Or let my Dad handle it? I just don't want you guys running into the woods to avenge me just to get killed. They wouldn't hesitate to drop a werewolf but they won't hurt another human. Okay? I just don't want anybody to get hurt."

Scott looked defeated and dropped into the chair beside my bed and, aw damn, the puppy eyes.

"You almost died Stiles. And I couldn't do anything. I was watching my brother die and I couldn't bite you because of the wolfs bane and I couldn't stop the bleeding and then you stopped breathing
and-"

"Hey Scott it's okay. I'm fine now, breathing by myself and everything. I might not heal as fast as you but I am healing. You saved me and you kept everyone else safe too. You're a good alpha Scott no one denies that. And you're a good friend."

The poor guy sat there sniffing looking like a kicked puppy. I hated when he looked like that. Especially when it was my fault.

"Hey Scott, the rooms kinda spinning, can you-"

I held out my hand and tried my best to look woozy which wasn't hard. He looked pleased to be able to help and allowed the black lines to snake up his arms, taking the little pain I felt.

The spinning room thing was a lame excuse but he looked like he needed the physical contact right now and I was glad he hadn't left me alone in this stupid, horrible hospital. The alpha huffed a little, trying to calm his breathing. Aw Scottie.

"Oh um, Lydia's waiting to come in to see you. Your Dad was here before but he went back to the station to try and find the hunters." The alpha was attempting to discreetly wipe his eyes while trying to sound casual.

"And you're here to protect me." It hadn't escaped my notice that I had yet to be left alone, for which I was grateful for but I knew there was reasoning behind it.

"And to keep you company but yeah. I'm on Stiles duty. So should I go get Lydia?"

I was a little worried that she would yell at me. Or cry. I didn't know which was worse. But I also knew that I, a mere mortal, couldn't tell Miss Lydia Martin what to do. If she wanted to see me she would.

"Yeah send her in but, umm stay too okay?" He laughed a little moving to the door.

"She's not gonna eat you man."

He opened the door and before he could finish saying her mane the banshee marched over to the end of my bed and stood, glaring at me, hands on hips. Oh God she's going to eat me.

"Don't you ever do that again Stiles. Ever. Do you have any idea how worried I was?"

Her angry facade broke for a second and she let out a sob at what she said next, her voice trembling.

"I watched you die and be shocked back to life. Twice. Don't ever make me see that again." She went back to her anger now but I could tell how upset she was.

"And you ruined my favorite shirt. I can't get the blood out. And why does Scott get to hold your hand? I'm the one that had to give you CPR."

That was a lot of information to take in from just a few sentences. I died? What the hell? Well it explains why I saw mum at least. Wait Lydia freaking Martin gave me CPR? And wants to hold my hand.

"Lydia? Would you…. Like to hold my hand?"

She flicked her hair over her shoulder and sat in the chair beside me taking my hand.

"Yes I would."

Scott gave a small laugh but I could still see the tears shining in her eyes waiting to spill over.

"You okay Lyds?"

She sniffed and let out a whimper but managed to hold back whatever else was trying to escape her throat. Instead of replying she moved closer and curled her top half on my shoulder bringing our clasped hands to rest on my chest. I was making everyone cry and I felt terrible.

She continued to let out small whimpers, quietly crying on my chest and I kissed her forehead as her soft strawberry blond curls tickled my neck. This only made her cry louder. I'm so bad at this.

"Aw Lydia. I'm okay and I'm sorry you had to watch that. But thanks for getting my heart started again. I hear that's pretty useful. And hey, now we're even from the last time I saved your cute little ass."

The banshee let out a small laugh and started to calm down rubbing at her eyes. Scott squeezed my hand still in his grasp and smiled, I knew what it meant. We were okay. The pack was healing and together. We could deal with whatever else happened together.

(AN: I dont even know if people are still reading these but thanks to anyone that does. sorry its been ages but here u go i dont know if this is the last or whatever but please plleeeaaase review otherwise i dont know what u guys like or dont like thanks)