"Deep breaths, sweetheart," Melissa muttered as she pushed the needle through his chest again and wincing at his pained gasp, "I'm almost done."
"Kinda hurts to breathe right now, mom," Scott muttered breathlessly, "don't need stitches anyway."
"You were dead for fifteen minutes, Scott. Your healing is probably on overdrive so you didn't end up with organ damage due to a lack of oxygen. So," she stopped to hold a damp gauze pad to his chest, trying to get the blood under control enough to sew the last of the skin closed, "I'm stitching you up so I know you'll heal. Also because blood is a bitch to get out of white shirts."
"I get it." Scott nodded with the faintest hint of a smile, which helped her racing heart settle down a little bit.
Beacon Hills Memorial was always a stressful place, but with everything that had transpired in the last twenty four hours involving Scott, Stiles, Hayden and Lydia, all Melissa wanted was to rest her feet in her living room and watch something that she could easily doze off to without losing the plot.
"Alright, last one," she told him as she tied off the needle and started to wipe it down while asking the question that had been on her mind for hours, "I know you don't tell me some things to keep me safe and I understand it completely. However, can I ask why you're fighting with your best friend?"
She expected Scott to stay silent or give her half of the situation, that's what she had grown used to despite knowing about the supernatural for years; so when he explained everything that had gone down with Theo, Stiles and the library, she felt her stomach drop. She remembered how co-workers would jokingly call her a "mother of two" because of how the boys were attached at the hip and all it had taken was one lie from a stranger to nearly break that bond that had survived death, divorce, high school and all of their enemies they had faced.
"You're going to fix this," she told him as she wrapped the clean, white bandages around his torso before throwing away her gloves, "I'm going to talk with Stiles as well because no one tackles my son in my hospital, but you owe him an apology."
"I know I do." Scott sighed as he wrapped an arm around his stomach while standing, seemingly trying to soften the blow while she grabbed his shirt.
"Good. Keep those bandages clean. I'm gonna go talk to Stiles."
"Wait, mom," Scott stopped her in her tracks after pulling his shirt over his head, "Stiles is hurt too. He hit his head pretty hard twice today and...Malia says he has this wound on his right shoulder from Donavan. She said it looked like it wasn't healing when she saw it, but that was a few days ago."
"I'll deal with it. Stay here." Melissa told him as she started to make her way to Noah's room while thinking. 'This is going to be a very long night.'
The room was only a floor above where she had taken care of Scott and sure enough, Stiles was asleep at the foot of his father's bed, his crossed arms as a makeshift pillow; under any other circumstance, she would have left him alone because she wasn't sure that he had gotten back to regular sleep patterns in over a year, but with the possible concussion, it could be unsafe. 'The last thing these two need is another reason to stay in this hospital.'
She walked over and placed her hand on his left shoulder softly, feeling a slight jolt a moment later that told her that it woke him up.
"Stiles, I need to talk to you in a different room."
"Is he okay?" Stiles was alert now, although it was propelled by his panic for his father especially after the last twenty four hours.
"Yeah, he's okay."
Without another word, Stiles got up and followed her without pushback which proved Melissa's point about the sleep schedule; when they arrived in the other room where Scott was waiting, however, she watched Stiles' face tense up.
"No more fighting, both of you. Not in my hospital," she told both of the boys as she grabbed her penlight and put her hand on Stiles' forehead to steady him as she checked his pupil dilation, watching as his eyes stayed dilated when she pulled the light away, "yeah, you've got a concussion. Mild, but a concussion." she told him as he blinked away the light.
"A warning before you do that would be nice."
"Let me see your shoulder," Melissa told him as she forced herself to stay on task instead of snarking back to Stiles, only adding onto her sentence when she saw his eyes widen in confusion and fear while his hand went up to the injured shoulder, "Scott told me."
"No one tells my dad." Stiles warned before pulling off his blue hoodie followed shortly by his grey t-shirt to reveal the chunk of flesh missing from his shoulder; Malia hadn't been lying when she told Scott that it didn't look like it was healing, except now it was heading down the slippery slope of infection.
"Oh, sweetheart..." Melissa couldn't stop it from slipping from her mouth when she saw the injury along with what she knew about the past month or so before turning to Scott, "can you go get me the glove box and the antiseptic?"
She watched as Scott left the room before turning back to the teenager and gently leading him to the exam table; surprisingly, he stayed silent and did what she wanted, she almost expected him to stay completely silent until he finally spoke up with a question that made her heart break just a little more.
"Do you hate me? For what I did that night?"
"No, I don't. You acted in self defense and Theo lied to your friends," she told him as she started to retrieve the supplies she was going to need to dress the wound after washing her hands, "The only thing I'm mad at you for is tackling my son in my hospital. But, I have a strong feeling that won't happen again, so I won't hold it against you."
"You told Scott to apologize to me?"
"Something like that," she offered him a quick smile as Scott returned with the gloves and antiseptic; she slid her gloves on before taking one of the gauze pads and damping it with the antiseptic before turning back to Stiles, her smile just as genuine but with sympathy this time rather then humor, "this is gonna sting a lot. Deep breaths."