Merry Christmas, @blizgori!
Title: Home for Christmas
Tags: Stilinski family feels, hurt!Sheriff, emotional hurt/comfort, fluff and angst, Christmas, pining
“Stiles, will you please go home and get some sleep?” his dad asked.
Stiles crossed his arms and parked his ass in the plastic chair. Well, he was already sitting, so it was more like he just wiggled his butt a little more. “No. I’m not leaving this hospital until you do.”
His dad wiped a hand over his face and sighed heavily. “Stiles. Please. You heard the doctors. It’s going to be at least a week before I’m out of here.”
Stiles popped his knuckles and stared out the window. It might be a week before the doctors would let his dad out of the hospital, but the idea of leaving him here alone, when he’d been so close to losing him…
Yeah. He wasn’t going anywhere.
Stiles grabbed his backpack and dragged it over. “I’m totally fine. One hundred percent. I’ll just sit here in this supremely comfortable chair and get some reading done, I’ll bring you loads of healthy food, and—”
His dad leveled a flat look in his direction. “No. You’re going to go home, sleep in an actual bed, get a shower, and be somewhere that you aren’t going to drive me crazy with that tapping.”