"Sup," Stiles calls, curled up with his phone and and shoveling handfuls of Dorito bits (he hates the big pieces so he crushes them up) into his mouth while he reads something on not!Wikipedia.
"Hey, sorry to be that guy, but I was hungry and I knew your window was unlocked. And you kind of have all the food, so holy shit what the fuck happened to you? Who the fuck-- what the-- Jesus!" Dorito bits go flying and his phone is forgotten when he finally looks up, springing off the couch instantly and making his way over. Derek's hanging on to Bloody Guy #2 and Stiles reaches out like he's going to help, but pulls back, not knowing what the hell he's supposed to do.
"What the fuck, Derek? Let me go get a-- does that hurt-- I mean, it looks like it god, that's a lot of blood." He grimaces, gags a little (he can afford to be a little theatrical since Derek's clearly not dead), then backs away toward the bathroom, making a face.
He makes an odd, wavering gesture between the two of them as he steps back, now seriously looking like he's repressing vomit. "I'm gonna assume that you're not the guy who did this to him and go get the shitty first aid kit from the creepy stocked bathroom. Don't bleed on... everything."
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"Hey, sorry to be that guy, but I was hungry and I knew your window was unlocked. And you kind of have all the food, so holy shit what the fuck happened to you? Who the fuck-- what the-- Jesus!" Dorito bits go flying and his phone is forgotten when he finally looks up, springing off the couch instantly and making his way over. Derek's hanging on to Bloody Guy #2 and Stiles reaches out like he's going to help, but pulls back, not knowing what the hell he's supposed to do.
"What the fuck, Derek? Let me go get a-- does that hurt-- I mean, it looks like it god, that's a lot of blood." He grimaces, gags a little (he can afford to be a little theatrical since Derek's clearly not dead), then backs away toward the bathroom, making a face.
He makes an odd, wavering gesture between the two of them as he steps back, now seriously looking like he's repressing vomit. "I'm gonna assume that you're not the guy who did this to him and go get the shitty first aid kit from the creepy stocked bathroom. Don't bleed on... everything."