Chapter 3

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"She shot him." Malia says with hatred in her voice as she heads towards Stiles. She leans down next to his unconscious form ignoring the glass shards digging in her body. Braeden knees down too and starts examining Stiles's wounds.

"Put pressure on this." She indicates towards the gunshot wound. "I will call an ambulance and cops for her." Braeden says pointing towards the Desert Wolf.

Malia bought her hands to Stiles's wounds and started applying pressure. She was about to take the Glass shard off Stiles's chest when Braeden stopped her. "Don't."

"But Stiles said..."

"It's pierced deep in his chest. It might have nicked some internal organ. If you take it out blood will start flowing freely again. He can't afford to lose more blood." Braeden stated matter of factly.

Malia nodded. "Are you alright?" she asks pointing towards her own bulled wound.

"i will be fine. It was a clean shot. Unlike Stiles, I don't have a bullet still stuck inside me with no exit wound." She pointed at her own exit wound where the bullet left her body. "I am in no immediate danger. I will be back." She said indicating towards the phone in her hands.

Malia just nodded. Her attention was back on Stiles. Stiles had to be OK. She can't let her mother win like that; not after they had won. Her mother knew how important Stiles was to Malia and what losing him will do to her. Malia hadn't called Stiles because she didn't want to put him in danger; he came anyway and look what happened. Stiles was dying in her arms and there was nothing she could do.

She knew instinctively that if it hadn't been for Stiles and his help, she would be dead by now. Her mother would have taken what she wanted and would have killed Malia without a second thought.

But Stiles lying here on the floor, bleeding and unconscious and possibly dying seems like a too high a price to pay for their victory.

She distinctly heard Braeden on the phone saying things like "Attack" "Gun-shot wound" "Blood-Loss" "Shock" and "Attacker still unconscious". She heard Braeden giving the address and telling them to hurry up. She blocked out the rest and started talking to Stiles.

"It's OK. They will be here soon. You will be alright." She kept repeating herself until she heard the Ambulance pull up into the driveway.

The paramedics came in along with the Sheriff and two other deputies. The deputies headed towards the Desert Wolf while the Sheriff rushed towards his unconscious son.

"Malia what happened here?" the sheriff asked as soon as he was kneeling besides Stiles.

Malia made room for the paramedics to work on Stiles and looked at the sheriff sorrowfully and said, "She shot him. My mother shot him." She said the word Mother bitterly.

The sheriff nodded, understanding dawning on him as to what might have happened. He can't talk about this in front of civilians. He knows his son pretty well and knows how far his son could go in helping and protecting the people he loved. Malia was one such person. Stiles loved her.

He diverted his attention to the people working on his son. They had done the emergency stabilization – checked the wound, checked his BP, applied an oxygen mask over Stiles's face and were in the process of loading the backboard onto the gurney.

"How's he doing? He's my son." He asked, knowing that they won't divulge the information to anyone other than family members.

"He's lost a lot of blood. We won't know anything until we take him to the hospital." One of the paramedic said loading Stiles into the ambulance. "Would you like to ride with us?"

The Sheriff looked at his deputies who gave a nod and said, "We will take her to the station, you go with your son." The deputies said indicating towards their prisoner.

The Sheriff and looked at Malia who nodded and said,"You go with Stiles, I will ride with Braeden." The Sheriff nodded his assent and joined Stiles in the ambulance as they left for the hospital.

Malia headed towards the ambulance that Braeden was being loaded in and accompanied her to the hospital.

The ride was short to the hospital. On the way they tried to stabilize Stiles. His BP was dropping and he was going into shock due to blood loss. The paramedics asked various questions like allergies and medication to keep the Sheriff distracted. The Sheriff answered by saying that Stiles has ADHD and took Adderall for it and he doesn't have any allergies as per his knowledge.

As soon as they arrive at the hospital, there is a flurry of activity around them. Stiles is whisked away from them along with Braeden. They hear things like Abdominal Gun-shot wound, no exit wound found, heart-rate elevated, stab wound to the chest, BP 90/60, respiration 40, no known allergies, ADHD, Adderall, breathing distress- oxygen given via mask, heart rate 120 and elevating ... get him to Trauma room 1 before the door closes taking Stiles with them.

Melissa is there composing the sheriff. She says everything will be alright. She will let him know as soon as she finds something about Stiles's condition. She asks Malia if she is alright, She nods. Melissa leaves them alone as they sit in the waiting room. She heads towards where Stiles was taken. He's like a son to her, just like her Scott. She can't lose him.

Scott-she has to call Scott, let him know what's happened with his best friend.

The sheriff sits on one of those awful hospital chairs. He can't get the image of his son lying unconscious, bloody, with a bullet wound and that huge chunk of glass in his chest out of his head.

God! He hates hospitals. Ever since Claudia. He just wishes that he never has to be in one of these ever again, but knowing Stiles - his hyperactive kid who runs along with the wolves, who can't see anyone he loves in pain, who would do anything for the ones he loves and also knowing what possible career his son is going to choose, it probably won't be the last time, causing him more restless and worried nights and a premature grey mop of hair on his head.

He just sits there facing the room that Stiles was taken into, hoping and praying that everything would be alright.

"It's Stiles. Something's wrong with him. I can feel it."

Lydia's words were buzzing in his ears. Scott desperately hoped that Lydia was wrong this time; that this wasn't one of her banshee intuitions; that this was just one friends concern for another. He fumbles for his phone and speed-dials Stiles's number. His heart is racing and he can feel the eyes of each pack member on him as he waits for the call to connect. The call goes to Stiles voicemail and Scott disconnects the call.

"What happened?" Lydia asks, her voice just loud enough for the werewolves to hear.

"He's not answering." Scott answers sounding worried."I will call Malia" he adds.

Malia's phone is switched off and Scott sighs heavily. "I am going to Stiles and Malia. I will call you guys once I reach there." Scott says.

"We are coming along" Lydia adds firmly.

Scott nods.

Chris says that he will take Gerard with him. Scott agrees.

They just reach outside when Scott's phone rings. He picks it up without even seeing the caller-id.

"Stiles?" he asks.

"Scott Honey!"

"Mom?"

"Listen honey, an ambulance just pulled up here in the hospital. Stiles was in it. "

"What? How is he? Is he alright?" Scott asked urgently.

"I don't know yet. He was shot. He's in the trauma room right now. I just wanted to let you know." Scott paled at the mention of Stiles being shot. Liam too looked worried after over hearing the conversation.

"What is it?" Lydia asked urgently.

"We are on our way Mom. Just look after him for us. Please." Scott pleaded to his mom.

"Yes. I will see you soon. Bye."

"Bye."

"Stiles was Shot." Liam answers Lydia's question.

Lydia grabs Scott's shoulder to snap him back to reality. "We have to go. Now Scott." Lydia states authoritatively.

He nods. "I shouldn't have sent him alone." He adds mournfully.

They all leave for the hospital.

TBC.

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