"Scott! Time to get to school!" Melissa called up the stairs for her son, ready to get to work and planning to drop him off on the way.
However, when he didn't reply, Melissa came up the stairs, expecting to see him passed out with his textbooks around him.
"Scott, you really need to get your sleeping schedule on track..." The nurse started before opening the door to see two more blankets then usual on top of her fourteen year old son, who was still asleep.
She immediately went into nurse mode, placing her hand on his forehead, a warm temperature emitting from it as she went to the bathroom, grabbing the thermometer from the first aid kit before coming back to the teenager's room where he started getting up, clearly awake.
"Oh no, young man. You need to stay down." Melissa insisted as Scott sat back down on the bed, starting to protest as Melissa put the thermometer in his mouth. "Keep that under your tongue."
Scott shifted it under his tongue as the two waited, Melissa making a path through his room so he didn't destroy his homework that was scattered on the floor, before it beeped, to which she slid it out, reading the temperature.
"Mom, it's really nothing. I promise." He smiled to assure her as she sighed.
"Well, it is a very low fever, and I don't have time to call in a absence. Any other symptoms?"
"Just a tickle in my throat. It's most likely allergies."
"OK, get ready for school. We have to leave in ten minutes or we're both gonna be late."
Scott nodded as he started taking off his shirt to change.
"Also, if it gets bad, please go to the nurse."
Scott nodded a second time as she left the room, grabbing her bag and keys before getting in the car, knowing in the back of her head she would most likely end up picking Scott up in a few hours.
When she stopped at the school to drop him off, she saw his flushed cheeks, the rest of his skin growing paler by the second.
"Are you sure you don't wanna go home, sweetheart? I think your fever might be getting worse." Melissa explained as she reached over to feel his head just as he got out and came around to her open window.
"I have a really good chance of playing in the lacrosse game, and so does Stiles, since more then half of our players are out due to sickness."
"I wish I could see it." Melissa smiled. "Good luck, sweetheart."
"Thanks, Mom. Have a good day at work." Scott smiled back, swallowing back his sore throat that had developed in the car as Melissa pulled out of the parking lot, the teen letting out a full body shiver before walking into the building.
"Dude, you look freaking sick." Stiles told him as he slung his arm over his best friend's shoulder, only to remove it seconds later. "You feel that way as well. I know we both have a really good chance of playing tonight since Jackson, Danny, and several others are out, and Greenberg barely gets put in cause he sucks, but you are really hot, not to mention you look like you're gonna pass out on me. I'm not that strong, I'll kill myself dragging you to the nurse's office."
"I'll be fine, Stiles." Scott said in a small whisper, his throat burning whenever he spoke. "It's not like I need my voice."
"OK, just stop talking, your voice sounds terrible, and let's get to class."
...
By the time P.E came around, both Stiles and Scott were late cause, just like Stiles guessed, he was dragging Scott towards the nurse's office after he almost fell asleep during lunch, not eating at all, almost full on crying due to his throat hurting whenever he opened his mouth and his fever was through the roof.
Stiles finally managed to get Scott to the nurse, fully beside himself due to the fact he didn't even know how he did it, and when the nurse, who knew Scott well, saw his state, she was very alarmed and immediately helped him sit before giving Stiles a pass and telling him to get back to class, as she stuck a thermometer in the other teen's mouth and pulled out the books of the parents' phone numbers.
"Yes, Ms. McCall, your son is really sick. He is missing class, yes. P.E, I believe. He has a fever-" she was interrupted by the thermometer beeping, and she pulled it out before speaking. "101.2 degrees. He's also extremely fatigued, Stiles had to drag him in here and Scott was almost unconscious when they got here. And he has a sore throat, his voice is pretty much gone. Please pick him up as soon as possible. Thanks, goodbye."
...
Melissa got to the school almost a hour later during free period, and Stiles was in the nurse's office as well, nursing his hand tenderly while talking to Scott, but snapped up to look at Melissa.
"Stiles, what happened?" Melissa asked as Scott hugged her, and she wrapped a arm around him.
"Well, let's see. When did what happen?"
"Your hand, Stiles. What did you do to your hand?" Melissa rephrased as Stiles nodded.
"Oh, it got shut in the locker, and then when the principal came looking for me since I was late for Econ and let me out, I fell on it and I came here, and started talking to Scott about what's he's missed since I dragged his butt here."
"Is your Dad coming?" Melissa asked as Stiles shook his head.
"He's helping on a case about two hours from Beacon Hills. I was hoping you would pick me up when you picked up Scott."
Melissa nodded before explaining to the nurse as she let both of the boys out with Melissa, the woman helping her son into the back seat so he could sleep before opening the passenger door for Stiles and buckling his seatbelt, and climbed into the driver's seat.
"So, I'm taking you both to the hospital, however, Scott has a appointment lined up and you have to go into the ER, Stiles." Melissa explained as Stiles groaned loudly before his good hand started twitching, a clear sign that he had forgotten to take his meds once again for his ADHD.
"I don't like the ER."
"OK, enough whining. It's either ER or call your Dad and tell him to get his butt home, which he can't do that."
Stiles huffed, going to crossing his arms before remembering about his bad hand, so he settled for glaring out the window.
...
"Melissa." Stiles whined for the millionth time as he tapped his foot against the floor of the car two hours later, itching at the cast that went from his hand to his elbow.
"Stiles, I'm picking up your meds from your house before I take you and Scott to the house, if you could wait twenty minutes till I have a hair drier in my hands and can blow the sweat out of your cast, that would be great."
Stiles nodded as he looked back at his friend, who was asleep in the back seat, wrapped in the blanket his Mom had given him when they left the school, before sighing. Scott had tonsillitis, and a pretty bad case of it, which made it hard for him to breathe, therefore, they would be taking out his tonsils in the morning since it was super late at night when the three got back to the small house Scott and Melissa lived in.
"OK, Scott, can you make it upstairs, baby?" Melissa asked gently, half dragging, half supporting her son as they walked into the house, Stiles behind them, holding the bag of Scott's pain meds for tomorrow and Stiles' Adderal and pain meds for his hand, placing them on the counter.
Scott shook his head slowly as Melissa helped him sit on the couch before going upstairs to grab his blanket, inhaler and pillow.
"Hey, Melissa? Can I sleep in Scott's room?" Stiles asked as she came back downstairs, putting the pillow behind Scott's head after laying him down and draping the blanket over him along with the blanket he had wrapped around him all afternoon and placing his inhaler on the coffee table.
"Scott, is that OK with you?" Melissa asked as Scott nodded slowly, almost falling asleep. "Oh no, sweetheart. You need to use your inhaler before you go to sleep. Come on, sit up."
Scott slowly pushed himself up on his elbows as she pumped the inhaler in his mouth and he inhaled, before falling back onto his pillow, leading Melissa to give him a quick kiss on the forehead before she and Stiles went into the kitchen.
"When is your Dad going to be home?" She asked as she handed him a glass of water to him so he could swallow his meds as she hooked up the hair drier to the plug in the kitchen to air out his cast.
"Trying to get rid of me already? That's cold." Stiles joked as he downed the meds and water before standing up and letting her air out the cast with the hair drier.
"You know what I mean, kiddo." Melissa smiled in good nature, leading him to nodded as she finished. "Now get some sleep."
"Night." Stiles smiled before going up the stairs to his best friend's room.
...
"Hey, sweetheart." Melissa whispered as Scott started to come out of anesthesia, brushing at the nasal cannula, before his mom put his hand to the side.
"H-hurts." He chocked out, barley a whisper as his hand loosely wrapped around his throat, Melissa gently pulling his hand off as Stiles came in, smiling.
"Hey, Scotty."
Scott halfheartedly waved from the bed as Stiles walked over to him, chuckling.
"Hey, I'm gonna go see if you can have more morphine, OK?" Melissa asked as he nodded and she left the room.
"So, are you acting cuckoo?" Stiles asked as Scott shook his head before laying back against the pillow, and Stiles relaxed in the chair.
When Melissa came back, both of the boys were asleep.
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