"You have to let me see him," Scott begs.

"I'm sorry I can't. It's family only," the nurse says for the third time. Kira holds onto Scott's arm as they stand by the front desk. I step back and watch the scene unfold.

We've been here for forty minutes.

"Can I least have an update on his status?" Scott asks.

"I am only supposed to tell family that."

"His only family are two children under five years old and his wife who is lying in the other room, dying!" Scott shouts suddenly. It's 11:32 when I look at the clock.

"You were also in the car with Mr. Stilinski is that correct?" she asks.

"Yes! I am like his brother! Just tell me!"

"He's unconscious because we are keeping him that way while he heals. We just finished removing the glass from his body. There was an extensive amount. He has six very broken ribs and a broken arm and elbow. He is currently being prepped for surgery to remove bone fragments that are floating towards his lungs. He also has a mild concussion. We expected it to be worse than it was."

"Will he survive?" Scott asks in a chocked voice. I see Kira squeeze his hand. The nurse looks at him with her lips pulled together as if gathering her thoughts.

"We can't say that is one hundred percent," she says.

"Than what percentage can you give me?"

She sighs.

"Fifty, fifty."

"Oh god," he mumbles and turns away from the nurse. I watch Scott stock outside before anyone can see his reaction. His claws start to come out before the door closes behind him. I want to run after him when I hear Kira ask about me.

"You were also in the accident?" she asks.

"Yes ma'am."

"Lydia is currently in a self induced coma. She lost a lot of blood, has a severe concussion and broken wrist. She is on a ventilator because she can't breath on her own."

Kira nods but her face crinkles in pain. She thanks the lady before walking outside to find Scott.

He angrily pushed over a tree, whilst full wolf and then fell next to it. Every emotion of the day came crashing on him. He slashed the tree with all he had before he felt Kira touch his shoulder. He grunted and then came the whimpers. The crying and the broken sobs that wracked his body. His claws detract and his shoulders shake badly. Kira grabs him and holds him with an arm around his shoulder. He sobs into her and she holds him as tight as she can. She doesn't tell him it will be okay and he doesn't say anything. They sit like that for a long while. After the first minute I leave. I go back inside to look at who else came because I can feel someone else is here.

I can still feel the pain from Scott outside. I can still hear his wracked sobs, his broken expression. Stiles is his best friend in the whole world. Stiles is the only thing other than his mother that has been the same and has always been there. He can't lose his best friend. He just can't do that. It would kill him. It is killing him. I can feel it. I can feel part of him falling away, actually being crushed by the news that part of him might not make it.

Once inside I find Malia is sitting in the waiting room, legs crossed over each other, making a call to the sheriff. She's calling his father. I'm sorry she has to be the one to do it but I'm thankful that she is. Scott can't even speak right now and Kira shouldn't leave him. For a moment I can't believe this is happening. I shouldn't be okay with it but the fact that I might not make it either comforts me for a small moment. I can't feel all of my normal emotions but I can feel an immense sadness wash over me. I don't want him to die. He can't. If I am not going to make it, he has to be alive because he has to raise our children. One of us has to be around for them. I hope they are home asleep right now. I can't have them here. Someone needs to call the babysitter. Someone needs to call Stella and tell her to keep them until the morning.

Scott comes back in, wiping off his red face and holds Kira's hand for stability. Scott stands in front of Malia as she talks to the Sherif. She hangs up and puts the phone down when she sees him. She stands up and pulls him in for a hug. Tears leak from her eyes as she holds him tight to her. Kira puts a hand on her shoulder, not letting go of Scott's other hand. It's a mess. We really made a mess of things. I never realized how much I would effect the people around me if I died. I understand how devastated they would be if Stiles died. I would be incoherent. But not me. I'm not like them. But in moments like these I am reminded of how much I am like them.

Malia pulls away and begins to explain that she called his dad and my mom. They are on their way. His dad is on day shifts only recently so he probably didn't get a call about this. He has been working less now that he is getting older.

"We have to call their babysitter, Stella and tell her to keep the kids," Kira says.

"Speaking of that Kira, I'll call our babysitter and tell her to keep our kid," Scott says.

Kira nods and grabs her phone to call Stella. Malia puts her hand on Kira's shoulder to get her attention.

"I can go get them in the morning if I need to."

Kira nods and begins to talk as the babysitter picks up. She tells her everything. I look around at the people we effected.

The way Malia bites her nails, the way Scott continuously wipes tears from his eyes, the way Kira pushes her pain face away. Then I watch as the Sherif walks in and they have to tell him what happened to his son. He is in surgery now. It's still fifty fifty. The Sherif sits down, holding back emotion as he is so good at doing. I know my kids know nothing about it. It comforts me to know that they are asleep at home in their beds. My mom walks through the door next.

I run over to her and remember she can't see me. I can see her, I can hear her and I can feel her as if I am really here but I am not. At least I am not in the same way that the rest of them are. I sigh when I remember it and hold her hand while the nurses explain everything to her. They don't even know my chances. I'm not even breathing on my own so they aren't good. I guess that is why I can see everything. I guess that is why I feel this rushing feeling so strongly. It's me. I am the one dying this time and I did predict it but I thought it was someone that I loved. I didn't listen to it enough. I didn't listen to it enough. I should have, maybe I could have saved these people the pain but I didn't.

My mom sits down with the Sherif. Malia paces and bites her nails. Kira holds onto Scott as he leans on her. And my children are asleep. So I wonder back to our wing. I walk into his surgery. His face is peaceful, perfectly asleep. His jaw is slightly slack so his mouth is open and they have a tube down his throat. I guess he isn't breathing on his own right now either. They are removing bone fragments but I just want to see his face. I walk over and hold his hand. He's cold. I rub small circles in his hand and lean down to his face.

"What a mess we made, Stiles," I whisper. "What a mess."