"Hey, Dad." Stiles smiled as he saw the door open to his room and the scent of his father's cologne filled the room, which had become a comforting scent to the teen after losing his mom.

He turned his head to the left where the sheriff had sat down before grabbing his son's hand, gently running his thumb slightly above the large bruise where the IV had been.

"You don't understand how relieved I am to see that you are finally back to normal." His father insisted, looking right into his brown eyes with his blue ones.

"Pops, I've never been normal. I'm just not dealing with a fox in my head." Stiles smirked, trying desperately to crack a joke. He knew something was off with his dad, as he had practically grown up seeing that somber look on his dad's face. He also had a sneaking suspicion that it was about him. The suspension only grew when his father didn't even try to crack a smile or corny response, like with the teen's other desperate attempts in the past.

"Look, Stiles. I don't know if you understand the seriousness of this, but I could've lost you to the supernatural, of all things. I already lost your mother, I'm sure as hell not gonna lose you too." His father's face hardened with his tone, another tell tale sign that something was off, and he was overwhelmed with the largest feeling of guilt when it hit him that it was most likely his, or rather, the Nogitsune's fault.

"I completely understand how serious this is. I'm the one who told you about this stuff. But if it was possessed me over Scott, Issac, Lydia, Kira, Maila and Derek, I don't care. I know how serious it is that both Aiden and Allison were killed. That both Boyd and Erica are dead, and more people are probably gonna die, but I'm gonna do my best on the sidelines while everyone else fights. It's that simple."

The room went into a dark silence, his father now letting go of his hand to run his through his hair, only causing the teenager to sigh, looking back into his dad's tried and sunken eyes.

"Sorry, Pops. I just-."

"No, it's OK, kiddo. I get it." His father insisted, standing up to leave. "I'm gonna go see when you can come home. Be right back." And with that, his father had left the room, closing the door behind him, leading the teenager to sigh, feeling the weight of guilt making his heart go down to his feet.

Then the door opened, revealing both Lydia and Scott, with relieved expressions on their faces, and Stiles didn't even have to guess to know that not only were they extremely distressed over Allison and Aiden, but finally relived that they weren't going to lose a third person. That became evident when Lydia hugged him so tightly, he wondered for a spilt second if she could cut off his air supply.

"Hey, guys." He smiled after Lydia had stopped crushing him, before asking, noticing that there was a large absence of pack members, slightly scaring him. "Where's everyone else?"

"At Deaton's office, sleeping off the stress and injuries of the past three days." Scott insisted, yawning shortly after, which lead the human to smile at the werewolf and banshee.

"Maybe you two should head home as well. If anyone should be stressed, it's both of you." Stiles insisted, as he knew that Scott had fought a large bulk of the fight against the Oni, the Nogitsune had kidnapped Lydia, and they had destroyed the Nogitsune with Kira and Maila, all while he could barley stand.

"Are you sure?" Scott asked, and Stiles knew it was cause of his strong, but sometimes annoying will to keep everyone and anyone safe. Even if it was at his own expense, and he also knew he was the same way.

"Positive. My dad's getting the discharge papers and my clothes now." He grinned widely, earning a laugh out of both the exhausted teens, earning two more bone crushing hugs and two very extended goodbyes, before the strawberry blonde left the room.

Scott, however, was being very persistent on staying with Stiles throughout the night, saying that he would need to be woken up so he didn't go into a coma from the concussion.

"Scott, get outta here." He smiled good naturedly with a laugh coming into play, something he hadn't done since that fall, which was depressing to think about. "In the small chance that my concussion causes me to go into a coma, I'll just remember that you were insisting that it would've happen, and realized I should've listened to you."

Stiles smiled happily when that convinced his best friend to go home and get some sleep that he so desperately needed almost as much as the human needed his, and then the door closed, leaving him alone with his thoughts, and when he had gone through the hell he had, he knew that this was going to be interesting to say the least before his dad got back to take him home.