Stiles hated hospitals with their white rooms and their clean smell. He hated how friendly the people were, like this wasn't a horrible place. He hated everything about it just because he already spent too much time in hospitals. He was nine when he saw his mother dying. Nine, when he saw how the cancer slowly won over her will to live. This wasn't any better now.
He was waiting for almost two hours. The doctor said his father is in a critical situation and that he needs some rest now. Stiles didn't exactly know what happened, only that his dad lost a lot of blood when his car went off the road and that he can be happy that nothing more happened to him besides a broken leg.

As it got darker and darker outside Stiles got tired but he knew that even the thought of sleep wasn't possible right now, not before he'd seen his dad. He tried to stay awake by drinking one coffee after another and listenting to the radio but that didn't work that well. His eyes kept staring at the empty space. He didn't hear any footsteps until they were right in his sight. When he looked up, he saw a familiar face.

"Derek, what are you doing here?" Stiles wondered.

"I was worried about you. You just ran off and I didn't even know what happened. I figured I couldn't leave you alone when something is wrong with your dad. Do you already have further information?" Derek asked.

Stiles sank his head. "No, not really. They won't let me see him until he gets better. His state is still critical they say."

"We'll see about that", Derek says and takes off. "Follow me.", he orders.

"Wha- What are you doing? Are you insane? You can't just walk right in there!" Stiles whispered as he followed Derek to the intensive care. It was almost midnight now so there weren't many people around. Derek unlocked the normally locked doors and slipped in. After a few more metres they arrived at the room where Sheriff Stilinski sleeps.

"Go in, maybe talk to him if he's awake. I'll stay here and make sure nobody sees us.", Derek says.

When Stiles entered the room everything was dark. His eyes needed some time to adjust to the darkness. When he finally could make out where his dad lay he walked over to him but he was sleeping. There were lines everywhere. If his chest wasn't raising uninterruptedly, Stiles would have thought he was dead. He leaned down to give his dad an awkward hug when he noticed something.

"Yo, Derek! Can you come in please? I think I found something." He tried to keep his voice down. An annoying nurse was the last thing they could need right now.

After a few seconds he felt the warmth of Derek's skin beneath him. "What did you find?", he asked.

"Look here", Stile said while pointing at two little red dots on his dad's neck.

"Are these - bitemarks?" Derek raised his eyebrows and looked at Stiles.

"Werewolfs, Kanimas and now vampires? I swear, it's like a freaking halloween party in this city.", Stiles cried out lout. It's almost funny if it wouldn't be so fucking scary, he thought.

I am so sorry that it took me ages to update, I'm gonna try to post more often now!

For Franzi, who has been begging me to continue writting :)