Gut Instinct (Teen Wolf)

3:24 We're Here

Warning: blood, injuries, medical equiptment, mentions of dead people, angst, feelings, slight fluff

Vic held her brother's hand as he got stitched up. She was surprised he hadn't passed out yet, especially at the sight of the needle. She almost did. Braeden was getting herself stitched up in the room next door. Malia sat in the chair beside the bed, watching with eyes that looked wide awake. She had changed so no blood was on her clothes, her sounds having already healed. 

"There you go," Melissa said, tying off the thread. 

Stiles took a breath, opening his eyes. "Thanks, Melissa." 

The woman nodded. "Anytime. Just don't get into a habit of this, okay?"

Stiles nodded. Melissa nodded to Vic before she left the room. 

"You know you can let go of my hand, right?" Vic asked. 

He let go, squirming on the bed a bit. "Did I really have to wear this?" Stiles asked, picking at the hospital gown. 

Vic shrugged. "You said you weren't comfortable being shirtless, so yes." 

"It's just a little weird, you know? My little sister seeing me like that," he confessed. 

"What's to be weird about?" Malia asked. "I've seen your chest, it's not bad." 

"It's just... it's like an insecurity thing," Vic explained. "Like how you don't like talking about math." 

"I hate math," Malia reminded. 

"We know, Lia," she said with a smile. "We know." 

The door opened and Scott stood in the doorway. "Hey, everything okay?" His eyes landed on the bandage on Stiles's bandage. 

"No, we just came here for the hell of it," Stiles said, sarcasm in his voice. 

"He's fine," Vic said. "How did it go? I know Theo's gone, but Mason..." 

"That's actually what I came here about," Scott said. He stepped aside and Mason, her Mason, her Fílos, walked into the room. 

She walked over to him, cupping his face. She saw no trace of the man she had seen in the woods. All she was was his warm, chocolate eyes. "Fílos," she said. He raised his hands slightly, and she got his message. She basically jumped into his arms, holding him. 

Him. Mason. Fílos. He was okay. He was back. 

"Fílos, Fílos, Fílos," she repeated. He just hugged her tighter. She opened her eyes and saw Liam in the doorway, a smile on his face. She motioned for him to come over. He did so, wrapping his arms around the other two. 

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Vic walked into her dad's office, a takeout container from her dad's favourite sandwich place in hand. She put it on the desk, beside the box of files her dad was filling. He nodded thanks to her. Vic sat on the couch next to her brother who was looking at his hands. She nudged his shoulder. 

"How's the cut?" she asked. While helping Malia, he had gotten a piece of glass in his chest. On a completely unrelated note, Melissa needed a new coffee table.

"Healing," he said. "How about you?" 

Vic smiled, pulled back her jacket, revealing the bandage that covered the healing stab wound Theo made. "Waiting two weeks or so to get this thing off. Melissa's orders." 

"You saved their lives," their dad said from behind the desk, his eyes on her brother. She elbowed him, a look of pride clear in her eyes. "Mason. Malia. Half the population of Beacon Hills. That's got to feel pretty good."