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This wasn’t the first time Stiles had been attacked, beaten, to send a message but this time it felt different. This was the first time since he and Derek had started their relationship. Stiles wanted to go home and hide away from everyone until he was healed. Until there wasn’t a mark left for anyone to see so no one would know. But he knew even if he had gone home it wouldn’t have stopped Derek from coming to him. Sneaking in his window.
Still part of him wished he had tried especially when he saw the look on his face. The wounds hurt yes but they where nothing to the knife twisting in his heart at the sight of Derek’s broken expression upon seeing him.
“Hey, Derek,” Stiles managed to say in way of greeting unable to think of anything else.
Derek crossed the room instantly cupping Stiles face gingerly to examine him. “What did they do?”
“I’m okay,” Stiles assured because he was. It was only a few bruises that looked far worse there they actually where. But that was the point wasn’t it? To hurt Derek by hurting him?
Eyes flickered red as Derek fought to control his emotions. “I won’t let them get away with this,” he promised.
And Stiles knew he wouldn’t but that wasn’t what mattered now. He reached up holding Derek’s hand against his face placing a kiss to his palm.
“I’m okay, I’m okay,” Stiles repeated to make sure it got through. “I’m right here.” He pressed his forehead to Derek’s own. “This is not your fault.”
Derek closed his eyes breathing in feeling the warmth of Stiles skin, hearing his heart beat steadily. “I love you.”
Stiles smiled. “I know.”