The crunching sound of bone breaking is the worst sound Stiles has ever heard in his life. He screams Nathan's name as loud as he can and races toward him. It all happened so fast. One minute the twins are playing on the porch; the next they've fallen off into the bushes below. Derek knew they should have blocked it off some way while they were expanding the house, but it's too late now.
Stiles is pulling Nathan up into his arms as Derek charges onto the scene. Nathan's face is red and his screams could be heard a mile away.
"His arm's broken, Derek." Stiles is shaking.
"Don't panic." Derek wades into the bushes and pulls Logan out. He's fine. They knew this day would come. Humans don't last long in a wolf pack without getting hurt. "We'll get him to the hospital, and he'll be fine, babe. He'll be okay."
Stiles tries to comfort him, but he won't stop crying. He doesn't blame him; his little arm is clearly broken. Stiles knows how bad that hurts. He gets into the passenger side of the car as Derek loads Logan up in the back seat.
"Shhh, it'll be okay, Nate. I know it hurts. I know…" Stiles holds his hand on Nathan's arm and tries to take some of the pain away. It helps a little, but he continues to wail.
It only gets worse when Logan tries to get out of his seat and get closer to his brother. Derek has to stop the car and strap him back in before they continue to the hospital. It's so sad to see Logan reaching out and making grabby hands to his brother. Now they're both crying.
When they get to the hospital, Stiles hands Nathan to Derek. He can see a piece of the bone sticking out of his arm. It's bleeding, and he feels like he's going to pass out.
"Stiles, breathe." Derek cautions. Stiles looks at him and nods, but he's pale and shaking. Derek doesn't really want to leave Stiles alone like this, but he has to follow the nurse down the hall to the emergency room. Luckily, he sees Stiles' father talking to Melissa at the nurses' station. "Mr. Stilinski!"
"What happened?!" The sheriff rushes over and walks down the hallway beside Derek. He can see the panic in the young man's eyes.
"He broke his arm. He'll be fine, but I don't think Stiles is. Will you go sit with him?"
"Yeah." He turns around and looks down the long hall to see if he can see his son. He places a soft kiss on his grandson's head before hurrying down to Stiles.
"Dad!" Stiles says as he sees his father charging down the hallway. "What are you… I… Nathan and… and his arm…"
"Stiles, stop it. You have to calm down." He pushes Stiles down into a seat and kneels on the floor in front of him. "Breathe."
He tries to breathe, he really does, but his body isn't cooperating. It is like his throat closes up each time he tries to inhale and pushes all the air back out. His vision is getting spotty, but he can see his step-mom pick Logan up and take him to the nurses' station to show him off to her co-workers.
Mr. Stilinski hates seeing his son like this. Teary eyed, pale, and gasping like a fish out of water. "Look at me. Look at me, Stiles." He lifts his son's head up so that their eyes meet. "Breathe."
"I'm gonna pass out."
"No, you're not. Just look at me. Breathe in." The sheriff takes a deep breath, and Stiles tries to copy him. "And out. Good, keep going. In and out."
It takes a minute, but Stiles finally stops panicking. His father is sitting beside him now. Stiles turns to look at him. His eyes are full of guilt and tears. "I'm a terrible father."
Mr. Stilinski laughs softly. "No, you're not. It was an accident. Accidents happen."
Derek eventually comes back out into the waiting room and sits down beside his mate. They hold each other's hands as they wait for Nathan to get out of surgery.