Alright, so at first I was on the fence about continuing or just leaving it as a one-shot, but I was surprised to see that this story actually got some alerts and reviews, and I'm actually getting into this now. So here we go. Here's chapter two, hope you like it.
It had been three hours since Stiles had been rolled away. One hundred and eighty minutes. Ten thousand and eight hundred seconds.
Ten thousand and eight hundred seconds of waiting. Ten thousand and eight hundred ticks coming from the wall clock that reminded them that it was another second that they've yet to hear anything.
But it seemed like so much longer for Scott, who sat in one of the chairs in the waiting area, with his head buried in his hands. He couldn't understand what was taking so long. He wanted, no, he needed to see Stiles, and even though he knew that Stiles was getting help, he was growing impatient.
The Sheriff was pacing around the room, just like he had been doing for the past hour. After two hours of waiting, he found himself unable to sit still anymore. Sure, he had been in the hospital the past year, but not for his own kid. And in that moment, all he could think about was what would've happened in Lydia had been wrong and they couldn't find him. If he had frozen out there.
Aiden and Lydia were sat two chairs away from Scott, and it was easy to tell that Lydia was a mess by the way she had buried her face into Aiden's shoulder for comfort. It was funny how this worked out. Three years ago, she wouldn't have even known who Stiles was, and now, he was all she could think about.
Derek had received a text message from Scott three hours ago, keeping him up to date with what was happening, and as soon as he got the text, he rushed to the hospital. Because as annoying and obnoxious as Stiles was, Derek couldn't deny the fact that the younger boy had managed to get under his skin.
And although Scott had texted Isaac and Allison, they hadn't responded or showed up, which definitely angered him.
Everyone turned towards the doors when they heard footsteps approaching, only to see Melissa talking to the doctor that had taken Stiles away hours ago.
Scott immediately stood up, standing next to the Sheriff. Derek, Lydia, and Aiden joined not so long after, just in time for Melissa to make her way over to them. It was clear she had convinced the doctor to let her be the one to tell them what was happening.
"Hey." Melissa's voice was quiet, but she made sure it was loud enough for everyone to be able to hear her. She knew everyone was awaiting the news, so she didn't waste any more time before continuing.
"The wound on his leg was bad and he lost a lot of blood. Now, they managed to stitch him up, but he has a broken fibula. That's where the trap closed on his leg. But they took care of that, but. He's slipped into a coma during the surgery. Doctor Watson thinks too much anesthesia also had something to do with it. Now, there's no saying when he'll wake up, but I'd still say we're lucky the wound wasn't any worse than it was."
"He's going to wake up. He'll be fine." Lydia's voice was quiet, almost like she couldn't trust herself to talk louder, because if she did, it'd come out shaky. As intelligent as she was, she knew the chances of a certain individual waking up from a coma differed. But this was Stiles they were talking about.
"He will be. He'll pull through, like always." Melissa said, her voice strangely calming in such a situation.
"Can we see him?" Scott asked, his eyes almost pleading that the answer was yes.
"Of course, talking to him will help. He's being put into SW-212, just go in one at a time. I'll fill out the rest of Stiles' paperwork and catch up with you guys later, okay?"
The Sheriff couldn't help but shoot a grateful glance at Melissa for all she had and was doing for them and watched her walk away back behind the counter, before turning to Scott.
"Go ahead." As much as he wanted to see his son, he knew Scott wanted to see his brother as well. In fact, Scott and Melissa were probably the only two people he'd actually be okay with going to see Stiles before him.
"Are you sure?" Scott wanted to go to Stiles right then and there, but the gesture from the Sheriff had caught him off guard. He was almost certain he would want to go first.
"Yes, go. Just don't take too long. I want to see my son, alright?"
"I'll be quick." Scott promised, before making his way down the hall. 209. 210. 211. 212. His hand wrapped around the bulky exterior of the doorknob, finding himself slightly afraid of what he was going to see once he opened the door. Even when the two were younger and one of them had landed in the hospital because of some crazy dare or insane stunt that Stiles had somehow managed to talk him into, it was never as bad as finding his best friend with a bear trap stuck on his leg. It was never this bad.
Taking in a deep breath, Scott turned the knob and opened the door, his heart sinking when he saw Stiles in the bed, sleeping more peacefully than he had seen in a while now.
"Hey Stiles." He said, beginning to talk to him like his mom had told him to. He couldn't help but shake his head slightly at how still his best friend was. Even when he slept, he usually had some sort of movement. But now, the only thing that was keeping Scott sane was Stiles' breathing and his chest going up and down as he did so.
"Stiles, you have to wake up." He sighed deeply, unsure if he was going to or not, and if he were, if he would be okay mentally or not. Sleepwalking into a basement and getting a foot caught on a bear trap didn't justify being okay.
"I don't know what I'd do without you." And it was true. When he had gotten that call, he swore his heart jumped out of his chest. Even the thought of something wrong with Stiles was too much for him. Especially since Stiles had been the one there for him this whole time, ever since he had been bitten. And now it was his turn to make sure Stiles was okay.
Taking Stiles' hand is his own, Scott couldn't help but hate how weird it felt to talk to Stiles and hear nothing in return. He couldn't remember the last time that had happened, if it had ever happened at all.
"Your dad wants to see you. Lydia and Derek are also outside waiting to come in. I promised I wouldn't take too long. I just wanted to see you, but I'll be back as soon as they let me, okay?" He said, tightening his grip around his best friend's hand for a brief moment before making his way back over towards the door.
Taking one quick look back over at Stiles, he exited the room and made his way back down the hall quickly. As soon as the Sheriff saw Scott return, he knew it was his turn, so he offered Scott a short pat on the back and made his way towards the room.
"I've never seen him so quiet. It's kind of scary." Scott admitted to the others as soon as the Sheriff left.
"He'll be up and annoying us again before we know it." Derek said, actually managing to crack a small smile. It was enough for everyone to know that he wanted that. He wanted Stiles back. He wanted Stiles to talk endlessly to the extent of annoying him. Just like everyone else did.