"Your son is fine. What happened is the front of the skull right here," the doctor said, tracing his fingers over Alfie's forehead, "Will have hit something in the accident causing mild vessel bruising in the nose which will have burst causing the nosebleed. The sudden release of pressure caused him to pass out. Nothing to worry about but if his nosebleeds get worse please bring him in again. If he's fine we'll have a a routine checkup in three months anyway." The doctor smiled brightly, holding Alfie, lightly smoothing the dark hair off his face.
"Isn't he beautiful?" She said, rocking him as he slept. "He looks like my son. He's four now, and he isn't half a nightmare! Eats anything he finds, mostly glue and paper... not the most intelligent child," She smiled again at Scott, her gaze lingering for longer on Isaac's face, handing their son back.
Scott followed Isaac and Alfie from the room.
"At least he's okay..." Isaac said, looking regretfully at the room Cal was in. Scott wrapped his arms around Isaac.
"Scott!"
"Hey mom!" Melissa rushed towards them, still in her blue scrubs. She hugged the sleeping child, lightly running her fingers along the cut above his eye.
"Poor baby!" She said, placing a soft kiss on his hair as she straightened up.
Melissa also looked over at Cal's room, lifting one side of her mouth in a sad, sympathetic smile. Would it really have been too much to ask for Scott and Stiles to stay home the night they found Laura Hale's body? Then none of this would have happened and she'd still have her normal son in her normal life with no danger to any of her babies. She sighed loudly feeling another Stiles-induced headache coming on.