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4. A night time cuddle
The wounds were healing at a dizzyingly slow pace, but they were healing and that was something that the Alpha could take in stride. The bolts had been buried deep into muscle and bone, Deaton’s practiced hand having to dig and scrape the barbs from him for hours. He had asked for his brother to wait in the next room over, he did not need to see the wells of blood or the worrying tarry black of wolfsbane purling over the bruised, busted edge of his back. But there wasn’t much of anything that could have pulled Scott from his side in those moments— and Derek couldn’t blame him.
Making it back home Derek was instructed to rest for a few days in bed, avoiding his back to make sure the skin and muscle mended as it should. There was no use arguing either, not with Scott hovering over him protectively. The bed was made and they’d taken to ordering Pizza. Scott didn’t leave his side and it made his heart ache a little when he finally looked over to the Beta coiled up beside him. He could taste the salt in the air, and though his younger brother made no noise, Derek knew he was crying. Finally. Let himself finally be crushed by his worry.
Gently the Alpha rolled onto his side and untucked his arms, wrapping them around Scott’s frame and tugging him back into him. A palm guided his face to his neck and he murmured gently to him, feeling the tears blotch against his skin. “It’s alright, Scott, I’m here,” The sobs grew a little more violent and Derek only held on tighter, adorning the top of Scott’s head with a few messy kisses. “I’m not going anywhere, okay? Not ever again. I love you, pup.”
