"I'm pretty sure everyone knows werewolves weaknesses, Derek," Stiles said as he looked down at the hurt werewolf. He turned his head so his palm was pressed up against Derek's and he gave his hand a little squeeze. Stiles was pretty sure didn't know what he was talking about.
"And now isn't the time to bring up old bad memories. Just rest and sleep and let me find a way to get a hold of one of the others."