Aug. 28th, 2013

triskehale: (pain)
Derek is so relieved to be home.

It's safe here; their scents are everywhere. It's warm, it's safe, it's their den, and Derek lets himself sink to his knees. His animal instincts are kicking in, telling him to curl up where it's safe and rest. Heal. His pack is close and they're both safe.

He tears through the front of his shirt with a claw and winces as he pulls it off, tugging the cotton away from his wounds and drying blood. He looks down at all the holes in his chest and his eyes roll back into his head a little as he sways forward, barely turning in time to land on his back. It hurts, because some of the bullets went clean through, but at least he's horizontal. He's getting blood all over his hardwood floor, but he can rest now.

They're home, and Stiles can watch over him. Derek, and more importantly in this moment Derek's wolf, both trust Stiles enough for him to close his eyes and lay at his feet at his most vulnerable, knowing he'll be safe under Stiles' care.

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