p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"strongThis is open suggestion!/strong/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"strongThis takes place after Claudia had died, and this is how Noah handles Stiles getting sick for the first time./strong/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"strongAnd now, on with the story!/strong/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"Sheriff Stilinski opened the book he had been trying to finish for about a month now as he was laying down in his bed after putting his nine year old son in bed as well and a very long day of work, only able to read a few pages before his eyes started to hurt, a sign he needed to go to bed./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"He started falling asleep when he heard the door creak open, tiny footsteps hitting the floor very slowly and looked over to see Stiles standing right beside the bed, his brown eyes full of tears and his forehead covered in sweat, but he was clearly shivering, wrapped in the blanket that Claudia had made for Stiles when she was pregnant with him./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Come here, kiddo." Sheriff sighed, sitting back up and turning on the lamp as the boy tried to climb onto the queen sized bed while keeping the blanket draped over him, which was not working./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"The Sheriff reached over, picking up the take year old before placing him on the bed beside him, as he placed his hands on Stiles's very sweaty forehead, immediately feeling heat radiating off of it./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""I'll be right back, Stiles. Stay on the bed." He told his son before going into the bathroom and grabbing the thermometer as well as the Tylenol./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"When he came back, Stiles was laying down on his bed, still wrapped in the blanket, as well as starting to fall asleep./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Hey. I need to talk to you, OK?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"Stiles groaned, but sat back up as his Dad put the thermometer in his mouth, pulling him closer./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""That's a high temperature, kiddo. Tell me where you feel bad." He told him as he squirted the children's Tylenol into his son's mouth./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""My throat, ears and tummy." Stiles rasped quietly as tears welled up in his eyes again as he lightly grasped his throat while swallowing./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""OK, let's get some sleep. Wake me up if you start feeling worse, OK?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"Stiles nodded as The sheriff laid him down on the side of the bed that was Claudia's before putting the blanket he had dragged in there over him before pulling up his blanket./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Goodnight, Stiles."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"The next morning, the sheriff already called the station, saying he wouldn't be able to come in today unless something extremely important came up, when he heard his son start retching. He immediately ran upstairs in a panic to where Stiles was over the toilet./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""D-daddy." Stiles managed to choke out before vomiting again./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""I've got you, Stiles." The sheriff assured his son who after vomiting another time, leaned into his arms, and that's when he realized that Stiles has passed out./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"This has been the first time Stiles had gotten sick since Claudia had died, let alone this bad, so the sheriff grabbed his son in a panic as well as his son's blanket, swaddling him like a baby, and immediately rushed him to his cop car, calling Melissa McCall and explaining the situation while putting Stiles in his car seat before climbing into the front seat, turning on the sirens, and sped towards Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"Stiles woke up after 45 seconds, The Sheriff timed it, and about ten minutes later, they arrived at the hospital, and entered the ER where several adults, teens and children were already crowded in there./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Can I help you?" The receptionist asked, startling Stiles's father as he turned, explaining his predicament./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Alright, it's a hour wait, but I will need you to sign these forms."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"The sheriff nodded as he sat down, Stiles in one arm while he signed the papers with the others./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Da-daddy?" Stiles rasped, laying his head against his chest./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""What is it, Bud?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""My thr-throat hurts."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""I know. But Scott's mom will be here soon, and she'll help you get all better, OK?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"Stiles nodded as he started drifting off, snuggled up to his Dad, but a hour later, he was woken up by being called into a exam room by Melissa and sat on the bed, the blanket taken off of him./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"She immediately started asking the sheriff questions about Stiles, writing his answers on her clipboard with one hand while holding the thermometer in Stiles's mouth with the other./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Alright, the doctor will be in here in a bit. Feel better, Stiles."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"It was determined that Stiles not only had a bad case of strep throat, but also had a double ear infection./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Alright, you can pick up the prescriptions for his ear drops as well as his antibiotics for his throat on the way home."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Thank you, sir."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""You're welcome." The doctor smiled, ruffled Stiles's hair slightly before leaving just as the sheriff's phone rang, which was his deputy calling about a arson case and needing his help since a fight had broken about between the two suspects./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Is something wrong, Noah?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""A arson case just happened and they need me, but I can't take Stiles and I am not gonna just leave him at our house."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""I'll take him off your hands if you want." Melissa offered with a smile as she looked at the shivering nine year old in front of her./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Thank you so much, Melissa."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""No problem. I just got off my shift anyway, and I'll tell them I will be a bit late for my night shift."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"The sheriff nodded before leaving, kissing Stiles's forehead one more time in the process, as Melissa picked him up, keeping a tight hold on the blanket around him./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Is Scotty gonna be there?" Stiles rasped, holding his throat as he spoke with tears in his eyes./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Yes, he will be. But if it hurts to talk, try not to, OK?" She asked gently, leading him to nod as she walked out to her car, putting Stiles in Scott's car seat before driving to the drug store, then home as she got him set up on the couch./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Get some rest." She told him, turning off the overhead as she tucked him in with the blanket he had dragged around all day and smoothing back his sweaty hair./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"Stiles nodded again as he fell asleep, and when Scott got home from school, he climbed onto the sofa beside Stiles, and fell asleep with him./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"'Scott is definitely gonna have strep throat next.' Melissa thought to herself before leaving the boys to their naps./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"strongThis takes place after Claudia had died, and this is how Noah handles Stiles getting sick for the first time./strong/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"strongAnd now, on with the story!/strong/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"Sheriff Stilinski opened the book he had been trying to finish for about a month now as he was laying down in his bed after putting his nine year old son in bed as well and a very long day of work, only able to read a few pages before his eyes started to hurt, a sign he needed to go to bed./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"He started falling asleep when he heard the door creak open, tiny footsteps hitting the floor very slowly and looked over to see Stiles standing right beside the bed, his brown eyes full of tears and his forehead covered in sweat, but he was clearly shivering, wrapped in the blanket that Claudia had made for Stiles when she was pregnant with him./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Come here, kiddo." Sheriff sighed, sitting back up and turning on the lamp as the boy tried to climb onto the queen sized bed while keeping the blanket draped over him, which was not working./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"The Sheriff reached over, picking up the take year old before placing him on the bed beside him, as he placed his hands on Stiles's very sweaty forehead, immediately feeling heat radiating off of it./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""I'll be right back, Stiles. Stay on the bed." He told his son before going into the bathroom and grabbing the thermometer as well as the Tylenol./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"When he came back, Stiles was laying down on his bed, still wrapped in the blanket, as well as starting to fall asleep./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Hey. I need to talk to you, OK?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"Stiles groaned, but sat back up as his Dad put the thermometer in his mouth, pulling him closer./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""That's a high temperature, kiddo. Tell me where you feel bad." He told him as he squirted the children's Tylenol into his son's mouth./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""My throat, ears and tummy." Stiles rasped quietly as tears welled up in his eyes again as he lightly grasped his throat while swallowing./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""OK, let's get some sleep. Wake me up if you start feeling worse, OK?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"Stiles nodded as The sheriff laid him down on the side of the bed that was Claudia's before putting the blanket he had dragged in there over him before pulling up his blanket./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Goodnight, Stiles."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"The next morning, the sheriff already called the station, saying he wouldn't be able to come in today unless something extremely important came up, when he heard his son start retching. He immediately ran upstairs in a panic to where Stiles was over the toilet./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""D-daddy." Stiles managed to choke out before vomiting again./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""I've got you, Stiles." The sheriff assured his son who after vomiting another time, leaned into his arms, and that's when he realized that Stiles has passed out./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"This has been the first time Stiles had gotten sick since Claudia had died, let alone this bad, so the sheriff grabbed his son in a panic as well as his son's blanket, swaddling him like a baby, and immediately rushed him to his cop car, calling Melissa McCall and explaining the situation while putting Stiles in his car seat before climbing into the front seat, turning on the sirens, and sped towards Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"Stiles woke up after 45 seconds, The Sheriff timed it, and about ten minutes later, they arrived at the hospital, and entered the ER where several adults, teens and children were already crowded in there./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Can I help you?" The receptionist asked, startling Stiles's father as he turned, explaining his predicament./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Alright, it's a hour wait, but I will need you to sign these forms."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"The sheriff nodded as he sat down, Stiles in one arm while he signed the papers with the others./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Da-daddy?" Stiles rasped, laying his head against his chest./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""What is it, Bud?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""My thr-throat hurts."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""I know. But Scott's mom will be here soon, and she'll help you get all better, OK?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"Stiles nodded as he started drifting off, snuggled up to his Dad, but a hour later, he was woken up by being called into a exam room by Melissa and sat on the bed, the blanket taken off of him./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"She immediately started asking the sheriff questions about Stiles, writing his answers on her clipboard with one hand while holding the thermometer in Stiles's mouth with the other./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Alright, the doctor will be in here in a bit. Feel better, Stiles."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"It was determined that Stiles not only had a bad case of strep throat, but also had a double ear infection./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Alright, you can pick up the prescriptions for his ear drops as well as his antibiotics for his throat on the way home."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Thank you, sir."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""You're welcome." The doctor smiled, ruffled Stiles's hair slightly before leaving just as the sheriff's phone rang, which was his deputy calling about a arson case and needing his help since a fight had broken about between the two suspects./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Is something wrong, Noah?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""A arson case just happened and they need me, but I can't take Stiles and I am not gonna just leave him at our house."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""I'll take him off your hands if you want." Melissa offered with a smile as she looked at the shivering nine year old in front of her./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Thank you so much, Melissa."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""No problem. I just got off my shift anyway, and I'll tell them I will be a bit late for my night shift."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"The sheriff nodded before leaving, kissing Stiles's forehead one more time in the process, as Melissa picked him up, keeping a tight hold on the blanket around him./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Is Scotty gonna be there?" Stiles rasped, holding his throat as he spoke with tears in his eyes./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Yes, he will be. But if it hurts to talk, try not to, OK?" She asked gently, leading him to nod as she walked out to her car, putting Stiles in Scott's car seat before driving to the drug store, then home as she got him set up on the couch./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Get some rest." She told him, turning off the overhead as she tucked him in with the blanket he had dragged around all day and smoothing back his sweaty hair./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"Stiles nodded again as he fell asleep, and when Scott got home from school, he climbed onto the sofa beside Stiles, and fell asleep with him./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"'Scott is definitely gonna have strep throat next.' Melissa thought to herself before leaving the boys to their naps./p