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Chapter One

The steady beep of the heart monitor echoed hauntingly silent pure white room. The boy with the bright amber eyes laid stiff as a board in crisp fresh sheets and brick-like pillows, his breathing was shaking faintly. Almond shaped eyes scanned the pristine room with vacant recognition, you know the saying 'you've seen one hospital room you've seen them all'. Nimble fingers gripped white covers.
Polite knocks pulled the boy out of his daydream, a nurse came into the otherwise empty room with an air of confidence and superiority. Stiles hated people like this. Always believing they were above everyone. Superior. In control. He immediately disliked this slender, smug brunette standing before him with a self satisfied look on her tan, painted on face. The look in her eyes was like the cat that got the cream. Seems she knew something Stiles didn't, another thing to hate about this woman it seemed.
"Stiles Stilinski? I'm Hannah McFallen and I'm going to be taking a blood sample from you.", Hannah spoke with an air of finality, leaving no room to question whether or not she really was going to take Stiles' blood. One way or another she was going to get what she wanted. So it was best to comply as Stiles did by stretching out a pale forearm dotted with beige moles. The woman took what she needed and left promptly. Heh, she really was a stuck up bitch then.
As Stiles breathed a heavy sigh more knocks rang out, although these knocks were much more firm, hard even. Though Stiles would rather be left alone he was curious. Who was at the door this time? Nurses would have knocked much more quietly than that. Raising an arched eyebrow at the fact the person knocking so firmly hadn't yet barged into the room Stiles decided he may as well let the person in.
"You can come in, I don't really have the strength to bite anyone today.." Ah, as sarcastic as always, even on a hospital bed. A deep, gruff but none the less pleasing chuckle rang in his ears. So it was a man then...
The door creaked open as if afraid of startling the frail yet defensive boy on the bed. And with it a man came to stand proudly in the doorway. But Stiles could've sworn his breathe was snatched away at the sight unfolded before him..this man...oh god this man was gorgeous! Atop broad shoulders sat a head with smooth, styled dark chocolate almost black hair framing cheek bones practically moulded by Greek gods and the eyes...oh god...the mans eyes were a beautiful shade of green filled with pops of sapphire and beige in the beams of sunlight coming though the window as if bathing this attractive man in heavenly light. The mans soft looking lips moved in silence...well at least to Stiles as he was just staring at this gorgeous man in awe. But then he heard his voice...
"Hello, Stiles Stilinski? My name'a Derek Hale, I'm with the local police department and I've come to talk about a concern one of the nurses had about your injuries.."
Oh god help him Stiles was in love with this man. Or well at least his body and voice..oh god his voice was soft yet gruff and oh so smooth...but then Stiles realised this man was a cop. God dammit.
" Is uh..something wrong with my injuries? I already told the nurses I fell down the stairs so I don't see why your here I mean I'm not on any drugs- w-well I am but that's for my ADHD and it's prescribed trust me I'm not some druggie. Well I'm a coffee addict but that's not a drug so I don't know why I'm uh..mentioning that..." Great, he was babbling like some idiot in front of the hot cop. Crap. But at least he got to hear that chuckle again, seemed like Mr. Cop didn't smile or laugh much; shame really he was even more attractive when he did.
"I'm aware of what you told the nurses Mr. Stilinski, however your injuries have some uh..let's say in consistencies with falling down the stairs, like the bruises on your neck and hips for example..mind answering my questions?" Well shit. What the hell was he supposed to say to that?! Oh yeah well you see my boyfriends a dick and loves to strangle and beat me. Pfft!Yeah right, like that wasn't going to piss of his boyfriend even more. Stiles would like to live a bit longer than 20 years thank you very much.
"I don't see why I need to answer your uh questions sir. I fell down the stairs and the bruise on my neck is my own fault,tied a tie a bit too tightly, you'd think they would come with a danger warning but hey, go figure." God why did he always have to babble?! Cop-man didn't even chuckle. The furrow between his eyes deepened with every word that came out of Stiles' plump mouth. His eyes burned into the boy's very soul, it was a bit invasive to be truthful
"We both know that's a lie. Now you either answer my questions or I'll get a warrant for a full physical examination'"
Fuck.