div class="preface group" style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.5em 3em; padding: 0.643em 0.643em 0px; float: none; color: #2a2a2a; line-height: 19.4443206787109px;"
div class="summary module" style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0.643em; position: relative; width: auto; float: none; min-height: 5em;"
h3 class="heading" style="border-width: 0px 0px 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; outline: 0px; font-weight: 400; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.286em; font-family: Georgia, serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0.5375em 0px; padding: 0px; line-height: 1; background: transparent;"After Sheriff Stilinski is seriously injured on the job, he is hospitalized for an extended period. Stiles (recently 18) is home alone. The Sheriff asks for some things out of his bedroom, and Stiles finds some mail he certainly hadn't gotten out of the box. Stiles steps up./h3
h3 class="heading" style="border-width: 0px 0px 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; outline: 0px; font-weight: 400; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.286em; font-family: Georgia, serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0.5375em 0px; padding: 0px; line-height: 1; background: transparent;"This story includes events through Season 2. However, it is canon divergent after that point, even though I may use some elements from later seasons. I am also going with Stiles being 17 before the beginning of his junior year. There is some OOC, but hopefully it isn't unreasonable. I hope you all enjoy this./h3
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div id="chapter-1" class="chapter" style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"
h3 class="landmark heading" style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: 400; font-style: inherit; font-size: 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; line-height: 0; opacity: 0; height: 0px; clear: both; color: transparent;"Chapter ManagementSheriff Stilinski had been working night shifts for most of the summer. Stiles was relieved that there was somewhat of a lull after the resolution of the Kanima situation – even if Jackson was still an asshole. He just had to up his plans for Lydia to the fifteen-year plan. No big deal. Stiles was enjoying the time to sleep in and play video games, even spending a little bit of time with his father during the days. Stiles and his dad had been drifting apart ever since the werewolf business began last year./h3
div class="userstuff module" style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; position: relative; width: 1088.625px; float: none; word-wrap: break-word;"
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"Stiles was playing his way through Diablo III when the Sheriff knocked on his door./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;""Stiles, I'm leaving for work. I'll be back before you wake up tomorrow, why don't we try and do something tomorrow afternoon?" John had enjoying this time to reconnect with his son even more than Stiles. He and his son had always been incredibly close, especially since Claudia's death, and John missed that./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;""Okay, Dad. Sounds good, stay safe." The summer had been quiet in Beacon Hills, and Stiles was relieved to not have to be in overdrive worry-mode for his father's safety (even if he still worried, especially about his heart with those hamburgers). As soon as he heard the front door close, he pulled his police scanner – which he was reasonably sure his father didn't know he had – out of the closet./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"It was pushing three in the morning when Stiles finally started to save and shut down his game. He yawned, putting the game back into its case. He blinked and rubbed his eyes, going into the bathroom to take out his contacts, which he'd left in too long – again. Another pair down the drain. The contacts were certainly a blessing; he was already awkward enough without the glasses. Even though teasing about the glasses had stopped around the fifth grade, Stiles was still happy to wear contacts instead. He walked out of the bathroom and heard a crackle on the radio./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;""10-98 dispatch. Coming in to eat." It was his Dad. 10-98, so he'd finished an assignment. Probably keeping the citizens of Beacon Hills down at 35 mph and letting the crying girls get off scott-free (unlike that time his dad caught him speeding!) There was a bit more static, and then:/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;""10-83, 515 Oak Avenue." Domestic disturbance? Stiles hoped it wasn't too bad. Those calls were always rough for everyone. Luckily the worst that had ever happened to his dad was getting hit in the head with a plate – and only two stitches./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;""10-4, on my way." The Sheriff had this one. His dad would be fine, and now Stiles could go to bed. He finally managed to drift off around 4 AM, after only about thirty minutes of playing games on his phone. It was getting really hard to fall asleep these days./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"Stiles fell out of bed at 7:12 that morning, to the shrill ringing of his cell phone. Why was Mrs. McCall calling him this early? He'd only just gotten to sleep, damn it! He scrambled to unlock it and /"Hello?"/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;""Stiles, it's Mrs. McCall. Are you at home? Scott mentioned that you two may have gone to hang out with Isaac last night." Great. Scott was having him cover his ass again without even giving Stiles a heads up./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;""No, we're still at mine, Mrs. McCall. Do you want me to wake him up?"/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;""Stiles, I've been on call since midnight last night. Honey, your dad was brought in an hour ago. He was injured answering a domestic disturbance call. He has two gunshot wounds, and they're going to take him into surgery soon. Can you get here quickly? Have Scott drive you." Stiles exhaled quickly, and wasn't able to get his breath back./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;""Stiles, deep breaths, just try to get here as soon as you can." Stiles was already rushing to get pants on, trying to get his glasses on at the same time. His hands were shaking badly enough that he poked himself in the eye./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;""I'm on my way." He hung up. Stiles didn't want to bother with anything other than getting to the hospital as fast as possible. He flew down the stairs and clambered into his Jeep, taking off down the road./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"After nearly side swiping some idiot's parked SUV, Stiles parked at the hospital. He ran inside, only to be stopped by Mrs. McCall./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;""They've taken him back into surgery already. They're expecting it to take a few hours. Why don't you just sit down over here and I'll bring you a glass of water." She steered him over to a row of chairs down the hallway./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;""Just coffee, please." Stiles settled in to wait, staring at the wall. His dad has to be okay – Stiles hadn't worked so hard to keep his father safe for it to all go to hell over some couple fighting. Stiles was finally able to zone out./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"Three and a half hours later, Stiles saw Dr. Nelson walking towards him from the other side of the floor. He nearly fell out of his chair, getting up and walking toward the doctor./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;""How's my dad? Is he okay? How did the surgery go? Were there any complications? When can I see him?" Stiles's questions came out a garbled mess. Luckily Dr. Nelson seemed to understand./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;""The Sheriff is still alive. We were able to repair the muscle damage from the first wound in his leg; the bullet completely missed the bone and the femoral artery. However, the second bullet perforated his lung, which collapsed on the way to the hospital. We reinflated the lung and put internal stitches in the perforation. Now, this is a waiting game, with risks of infection and pneumonia. The Sheriff should be waking up soon, but he is on a heavy pain medication, and will be for the next few days. He'll be groggy."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"Stiles could deal with groggy. He just needed to lay eyes on his dad right now, proof of life. He just needed to see. "Take me too him, please." Dr. Nelson showed him up to a room in recovery on the next floor up. His dad looked peaceful, the bandages covered up by the blanket. The Sheriff was breathing deeply, looking like he was only sleeping. He blinked, starting to wake up./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;""Dad, you're alright, you're just in the hospital." Stiles tried to reassure his dad, who was frowning and looked confused./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;""Stiles?"/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;""Yeah Dad, I'm here." Stiles took his Dad's hand and sat down, ready to sit for the long haul./p
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div class="summary module" style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0.643em; position: relative; width: auto; float: none; min-height: 5em;"
h3 class="heading" style="border-width: 0px 0px 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; outline: 0px; font-weight: 400; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.286em; font-family: Georgia, serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0.5375em 0px; padding: 0px; line-height: 1; background: transparent;"After Sheriff Stilinski is seriously injured on the job, he is hospitalized for an extended period. Stiles (recently 18) is home alone. The Sheriff asks for some things out of his bedroom, and Stiles finds some mail he certainly hadn't gotten out of the box. Stiles steps up./h3
h3 class="heading" style="border-width: 0px 0px 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; outline: 0px; font-weight: 400; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.286em; font-family: Georgia, serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0.5375em 0px; padding: 0px; line-height: 1; background: transparent;"This story includes events through Season 2. However, it is canon divergent after that point, even though I may use some elements from later seasons. I am also going with Stiles being 17 before the beginning of his junior year. There is some OOC, but hopefully it isn't unreasonable. I hope you all enjoy this./h3
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div id="chapter-1" class="chapter" style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"
h3 class="landmark heading" style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: 400; font-style: inherit; font-size: 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; line-height: 0; opacity: 0; height: 0px; clear: both; color: transparent;"Chapter ManagementSheriff Stilinski had been working night shifts for most of the summer. Stiles was relieved that there was somewhat of a lull after the resolution of the Kanima situation – even if Jackson was still an asshole. He just had to up his plans for Lydia to the fifteen-year plan. No big deal. Stiles was enjoying the time to sleep in and play video games, even spending a little bit of time with his father during the days. Stiles and his dad had been drifting apart ever since the werewolf business began last year./h3
div class="userstuff module" style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; position: relative; width: 1088.625px; float: none; word-wrap: break-word;"
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"Stiles was playing his way through Diablo III when the Sheriff knocked on his door./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;""Stiles, I'm leaving for work. I'll be back before you wake up tomorrow, why don't we try and do something tomorrow afternoon?" John had enjoying this time to reconnect with his son even more than Stiles. He and his son had always been incredibly close, especially since Claudia's death, and John missed that./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;""Okay, Dad. Sounds good, stay safe." The summer had been quiet in Beacon Hills, and Stiles was relieved to not have to be in overdrive worry-mode for his father's safety (even if he still worried, especially about his heart with those hamburgers). As soon as he heard the front door close, he pulled his police scanner – which he was reasonably sure his father didn't know he had – out of the closet./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"It was pushing three in the morning when Stiles finally started to save and shut down his game. He yawned, putting the game back into its case. He blinked and rubbed his eyes, going into the bathroom to take out his contacts, which he'd left in too long – again. Another pair down the drain. The contacts were certainly a blessing; he was already awkward enough without the glasses. Even though teasing about the glasses had stopped around the fifth grade, Stiles was still happy to wear contacts instead. He walked out of the bathroom and heard a crackle on the radio./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;""10-98 dispatch. Coming in to eat." It was his Dad. 10-98, so he'd finished an assignment. Probably keeping the citizens of Beacon Hills down at 35 mph and letting the crying girls get off scott-free (unlike that time his dad caught him speeding!) There was a bit more static, and then:/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;""10-83, 515 Oak Avenue." Domestic disturbance? Stiles hoped it wasn't too bad. Those calls were always rough for everyone. Luckily the worst that had ever happened to his dad was getting hit in the head with a plate – and only two stitches./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;""10-4, on my way." The Sheriff had this one. His dad would be fine, and now Stiles could go to bed. He finally managed to drift off around 4 AM, after only about thirty minutes of playing games on his phone. It was getting really hard to fall asleep these days./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"Stiles fell out of bed at 7:12 that morning, to the shrill ringing of his cell phone. Why was Mrs. McCall calling him this early? He'd only just gotten to sleep, damn it! He scrambled to unlock it and /"Hello?"/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;""Stiles, it's Mrs. McCall. Are you at home? Scott mentioned that you two may have gone to hang out with Isaac last night." Great. Scott was having him cover his ass again without even giving Stiles a heads up./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;""No, we're still at mine, Mrs. McCall. Do you want me to wake him up?"/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;""Stiles, I've been on call since midnight last night. Honey, your dad was brought in an hour ago. He was injured answering a domestic disturbance call. He has two gunshot wounds, and they're going to take him into surgery soon. Can you get here quickly? Have Scott drive you." Stiles exhaled quickly, and wasn't able to get his breath back./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;""Stiles, deep breaths, just try to get here as soon as you can." Stiles was already rushing to get pants on, trying to get his glasses on at the same time. His hands were shaking badly enough that he poked himself in the eye./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;""I'm on my way." He hung up. Stiles didn't want to bother with anything other than getting to the hospital as fast as possible. He flew down the stairs and clambered into his Jeep, taking off down the road./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"After nearly side swiping some idiot's parked SUV, Stiles parked at the hospital. He ran inside, only to be stopped by Mrs. McCall./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;""They've taken him back into surgery already. They're expecting it to take a few hours. Why don't you just sit down over here and I'll bring you a glass of water." She steered him over to a row of chairs down the hallway./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;""Just coffee, please." Stiles settled in to wait, staring at the wall. His dad has to be okay – Stiles hadn't worked so hard to keep his father safe for it to all go to hell over some couple fighting. Stiles was finally able to zone out./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"Three and a half hours later, Stiles saw Dr. Nelson walking towards him from the other side of the floor. He nearly fell out of his chair, getting up and walking toward the doctor./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;""How's my dad? Is he okay? How did the surgery go? Were there any complications? When can I see him?" Stiles's questions came out a garbled mess. Luckily Dr. Nelson seemed to understand./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;""The Sheriff is still alive. We were able to repair the muscle damage from the first wound in his leg; the bullet completely missed the bone and the femoral artery. However, the second bullet perforated his lung, which collapsed on the way to the hospital. We reinflated the lung and put internal stitches in the perforation. Now, this is a waiting game, with risks of infection and pneumonia. The Sheriff should be waking up soon, but he is on a heavy pain medication, and will be for the next few days. He'll be groggy."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"Stiles could deal with groggy. He just needed to lay eyes on his dad right now, proof of life. He just needed to see. "Take me too him, please." Dr. Nelson showed him up to a room in recovery on the next floor up. His dad looked peaceful, the bandages covered up by the blanket. The Sheriff was breathing deeply, looking like he was only sleeping. He blinked, starting to wake up./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.1199998855591px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;""Dad, you're alright, you're just in the hospital." Stiles tried to reassure his dad, who was frowning and looked confused./p
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