Once everyone made it back to Derek's loft Stiles was gently guided towards a bathroom by Isaac where he was settled onto a closed toilet seat as he pulled out a heavy duty black bag from under the sink. Turning to kneel at his Alpha's feet Isaac unzipped the bag laying the contents bare for a surprised Stiles to see. "After Lydia I made a first aide kit so we wouldn't need to wait fo Deaton or bullshit our way through a hospital visit. I remember how to treat most woulds, I even got antibiotics and pain meds from Deaton just in case."

Stiles felt a twinge in his heart that Issac had that much knowledge about wounds of seemingly all varietie, and that he seemed so unsure of what Stiles' reaction would be. Praise, or punishment. So Stiles cautiously stretched a hand toward the wary beta with a soft smile as he ran his fingers through Isaaac's blonde curls. "Thank you Isaac. You did so well, thinking ahead, being prepared for the worst may not be fun but it is necessary. I appreciate you being ready to care for the others when I was not."

Stiles' smile got bigger as the hopeful blue eyes finally met his, though he did give a slight grimace at the items in the beta's hands. Stiles knew that the anticeptic as well as the needle and thread were all necessary to close his wound and keep it from infection, that didn't mean he had to be happy about it. The steady look of concentration on his beta's face further fueled the spark of pride that he'd already had for Isaac.

Giving the boy a nod to begin when the boy paused hands poised just above his skin in a phantom touch. Stiles couldn't hold back the hiss as the antiseptic ran across his collarbone huffing out a breathless laugh at the series of growls that followed, but even distracted as he was would he have missed the wince Isaac made in response. Frowning Stiles gave one of the taller boy's unoccupied hands a comforting squeeze as he called out to the rest of his pack. "Don't you dare growl at him. He is treating my woulds not causing me harm so shut you fucking mouths."

Wide blue eyes stared up at him in shock that made Stiles feel all the more guilty that he hadn't been around to protect the budding confidence that had been there when he left, but seems to have disappeared during his absence. He could only hope to help his friend to rebuild it strong and sturdy enough to eventually stand on it's own. Giving the boy's hand another squeeze Stiles motioned for him to continue.

Stiles braced himself for the unpleasant sensation of needle and thread passing through skin. Isaac's worried eyes continually darting up to check his face mad Stiles all the more determined to keep any further sound of discomfort to himself. Breathing deep and even Stiles focused on resisting the roiling of his stomach that always seemed to follow the sensation of skin being pulled enough it only seemed to last a moment before it faded away startling Stiles into opening his eyes to find black lines running up the arm that Isaac was using to keep the wound steady.

"Isaac you know you don't need to do that right? Especially if it hurts you." It was surprising that Isaac's response was to pull back his shoulders and tilt his chin up as he made complete and direct eye contact with the firs showing of the confidence that Stiles hadn't seen since his return from New Mexico. "It's nothing I can't handle Stiles and I'd appreciate it if you trusted me enough to know my own limits." Even that small amount of sheer made stiles all the more hopeful that Isaac would indeed be fine in time, so let loose a small chuckle and a grin that dared the boy to show his Alpha what he's got.

Stiles didn't miss the wry smirk on his Beta's face as he finished his task in quick order already feeling the others starting to unsettle at being kept from their Alpha when they had only just gotten him back. Isaac made sure that every stitch was perfect each of them the same lengths and widths apart. It was beautiful in a way that he thought made him shameful, so with a ducked head he went about wrapping gauze around his Alpha's shoulder and side. He should've known Stiles didn't miss anything, that his curiosity would force him to try and understand something that even Isaac himself couldn't grasp.

"You stare at my wounds as though they are precious things to be admired, to be given worship."

Hardened blue eyes glared up at him uncomfortable with the topic but willing to try because that's what Stiles wanted. "Shouldn't they be? They are beautiful in so many different ways. This cut shows us order and it is stunning in its simplicity. Others are complicated and nowhere near uniform but they hold just as much worth, just as much beauty. Each is their own bellow to the world that you survived, and survival can be wonderful so long as you know what to do with it."Such a lovely statement from a boy who hadn't felt much hope his life, who hadn't seen the beauty in the marks on his own skin but rather they were a sign of his failure.

It had at first made Isaac so deliriously happy when he had been turned and found the scars that had littered his body gone, like he had been wiped clean. Like he could be a whole different person, and for a little while he tried to be someone else. Someone who walked down the halls at school head high smirk in place like he was better than the other kids. As though he could make them cower before him and he really did feel like that was true.

He was the top of the food chain here there was no reason to be afraid anymore he could protect himself now, could make anyone who wanted to try and force him into being the boy he was before to beg for forgiveness. At first it had been frustrating that Stiles didn't seem to be afraid of the new Issac instead there was always something to his scent that made Issac want to whine in apology. Later when he learned to put names the the things he could smell he found that scent to be disappointment. He had been torn between puffing himself up larger in rebellion because as far as he was concerned Stiles Stilinski had no place to be disappointed in him, and curling into himself to try and appease the boy. To show that he's sorry, that he would be better because honestly that heavy scent of disappointment was almost unbearable.

It made him start to really look at himself, at what he'd been doing. How he'd been treating people, and when he really thought about it his throat tightened and his stomach fell because what he was doing to people was something his father would do. It was how his father would think and he never wanted to be like that man. Never wanted to even think about him now that he was gone, and while it had in a way been nice to let himself forget he couldn't continue that way. He wouldn't, and it was after this realization that he found himself missing the marks that had been seared into his skin. They were his proof that he had come out the other side of a terrible situation, but they were gone. Still he was learning what to do with his survival, and as he followed his Alpha back to the rest of the pack he felt understood and seen in a way he'd never experienced before.

He could feel a tug in his chest pulling him towards the boy in front of him and knew with such certainty that it was almost frightening that if he followed he would be led to a better life, a life that was filled with happiness and peace. And for that promise of a future Isaac found himself willing to give anything that was asked of him, because he knew he would never be asked to take part in anything that would turn him into the man that had raised him, he would be better. So for the first time in his life Isaac had faith that things would work without a trace of doubt.