"No, we don't need to take a bottle with us," Deaton tells him leading them out to his car. "I've got enough to take care of him at home. So we'll be all set."

~~

It's probably a good almost half hour before Stiles jolts awake, almost almost forgetting where he was. Or that his best friend was in the hospital bed with him. Right... so it was real. The kid in the school parking lot, the wreck... everything.