“Mom?” Stiles groaned out, barely audible, as his lungs tried to regain his breath. His chest hurt and so did his arm and if Stiles was able to look he would see it was at a weird angle. But the teen had also hit his head and it soon the Slytherin was unconscious but breathing. He wouldn’t regain conscious until he was treated and safely in his hospital bed. He would wake to see his dad’s worry face before he got a stern talking to about what the hell he was doing blowing himself up.