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15 minutes of a Sterek fanfic, part 9

You can read part 1 here, part 2 here, part 3 here, part 4 here, part 5 (NSFW) here, part 6 here, part 7 here, and part 8 here.

Before Derek could say anything back to the sheriff, a nurse called out, "Stilinski family?"

Derek started to move, but the sheriff gave him a stern look. He was clearly ready to accept that Derek hadn't hurt Stiles himself, but not ready to absolve him of blame. The sheriff went over to the nurse and left the group behind.

"That's not fair," said Erica, "you're his--"

"He can still hear, Erica, if you're quiet," hissed Lydia, shocked that she had to remind Erica of her own powers.

Derek focused in on the nurse's voice.

"He lost a lot of blood, but he's come through the surgery okay."

"I mean what...what even happened?" asked the sheriff.

"Has no one talked to you?"

"I just got here myself."

"A gun shot wound to each foot, I'm afraid I don't know any details as to what happened."

The sheriff pinched the bridge of his nose and Derek could smell the wave of fear that came over him, but the sheriff held his composure. "Will he be able to walk again?"

Derek hadn't even thought of that. All he thought of had been getting Stiles here, thinking that then everything would be all right. Thinking it all had to be all right. That's what hospitals did, right? 

The nurse spoke in a gentle tone, "So far there is no indication that he won't be able to, but he will have to stay off of his feet for some time."

"Can I see him yet? Can any of us?" The sheriff made a half-hearted gesture to the group, who were all staring and straining to hear the conversation.

"Not yet," replied the nurse, "but I or someone else will come get you when you can."

"Okay, thank you."

The nurse nodded and rushed off back behind the doors that they'd taken Stiles.

"I reckon you heard all of that?" the sheriff asked, his hand behind his neck, anxiously scratching. 

The wolves all nodded, but Lydia spoke up, "Well I didn't. What's going on?"

"The surgery went well," the sheriff said and Lydia and Allison sighed in relief, "but we can't see him just yet."

Derek was thinking about how hard it would be to slip past the doors and find Stiles's room anyways. Not seeing him was killing him.

"Now, is somebody going to tell me what the Hell happened?" asked the sheriff.

The pack all started to talk at once.

"No, no," said the sheriff, "You," he pointed to Derek, "you tell me what the Hell happened to my son."

Derek explained what he knew with Erica jumping in to explain the beginning of it all

"All right, I gotta put an APB out on Gerard. If the nurses come back, I want to be the first one to see--to see my son." His voice got a little quiet at the end. 

Derek nodded, but it took all of his restraint not to wolf out. The sheriff didn't know about Stiles's heart stopping, didn't know that Derek had heard it. There was nothing Derek wanted more in that moment than to see Stiles, but, he realized coldly, he had no right. The sheriff was family and what was Derek? Just a boyfriend? Boyfriend. That word didn't seem enough for what they were, but they had never talked about anything more, at least not in a concrete sense. 

Derek breathed calmly, reminding himself of what Erica said of not wanting to get kicked out. The sheriff wouldn't keep Derek from Stiles permanently, even though Derek could smell on him that he still blamed Derek somewhat for what had happened. Derek didn't care. He blamed himself too. If he had only been there...

Melissa McCall rushed the group, "I just got here, what can I do?" She instinctively hugged Scott and Allison to her, not caring if it was awkward.

"Can you let us know when we can see him, mom?" asked Scott, melting into the hug a bit.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll go now."

(Prompt by me)

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