The hospital was close, Sam was so grateful for that. Scott and Stiles were carrying Jackson through the halls, screaming for help and Jackson continued coughing blood. Derek had to stay outside, out of sight thanks to the bad reputation he had in Beacon Hills. Sam though, she couldn't concentrate, all she could do was follow the boys holding her brother, trying to keep her panic attack internal.

"Scott?!" A nurse came running towards them, seemingly worried more about the unharmed boy. That seemed strange until Sam heard who she was.

"I'm fine mom," Scott answered, "Jackson got shot, twice. Please, don't ask we just need to help him first."

Mrs McCall nodded and grabbed a doctor nearby, pulling them all into the ER as the doctor quickly looked at the chart he had pulled on Jackson's medical records. His expression darkened as the other doctors starting on Jackson. "He's lost a lot of blood, we'd need blood transfusions…but he's O negative. We have some, but not enough left after that big car pileup."

Finally Sam came back to the real world. "I'm O negative! Use as much as you need." She was already rolling up her sleeve.

The doctor looked skeptical. "Are you sure? Because if you're wrong this won't go well, that type needs to be specific."

"Yes I'm sure! I'm his sister ok? Now hurry up and fix him!" Sam realized she was screaming but she didn't care, she had to make him do it before it was too late.

He finally agreed, and they started operating.

It had been hours, how many Sam didn't know, but she sat in the waiting room with Scott. Stiles was talking to the Sherriff, his dad, who apparently was not at all surprised to find his son involved in yet another violent occurrence. Jackson's adoptive parents were there too, but they hadn't spoken to Sam yet, she didn't even know if the doctor had told them who she was yet. Her question was answered when Scott's mom went to speak to them, and not just about how if her son hadn't violated the restraining order then Jackson wouldn't have made it here in time.

She decided not to eavesdrop on this one, but she did notice the couple's occasional glances in her direction. After Mrs McCall left them, they came over to sit next to Sam, looking very uncomfortable. "Uh, Sam is it?" The woman asked. After Sam nodded, she continued. "We've been told you're Jackson's biological sister? I…we wanted to thank you. If you hadn't been here…" she couldn't finish her sentence through her tears, but Sam nodded in understanding.

"No thanks needed, it was the least I could do. I think I've missed a few birthdays." She laughed dryly, it was still too soon to joke according to the choked sound she just made.

The couple looked up and Sam followed their gaze to see the doctor looking tired but happy. "Jackson's resting, but he'll be just fine. The bullets didn't hit anything vital, thank God."

The mother shrieked in joy, the father laughing and holding his wife. Scott had left to see his mom, so Sam just smiled to herself, feeling out of place in a moment that would soon be for family. The doctor said they could see him now, and she watched Mr and Mrs Whitmore start to follow him to Jackson's room. Before turning the corner, Mrs Whitmore stopped and turned to Sam. "Aren't you coming?"

A broad smile grew across her face, she jumped to her feet and followed the couple impatiently, wanting to see that her brother was safe for herself. They turned into a room where Jackson was laying on a bed, looking a bit weak but much better since he wasn't coughing up blood. He smiled a bit to see his parents, but confusion washed over him to see Sam. She stood in the corner, feeling out of place again. Mr and Mrs Whitmore ran over to hug their son.

"Mom, Dad, I'm ok but if you hug me any tighter you'll rip the stitches," Jackson was kidding but his parents released him immediately. He turned to the doctor. "Thanks Doc, but when can I play Lacrosse again? We've got a game next week."

The doctor shook his head. "Sorry Jackson, but no sports for a couple weeks at least, you lost a lot of blood after those two bullets. Which by the way…the Sherriff needs to ask you some things later."

Jackson was obviously annoyed, but he knew he couldn't just say the truth about what had happened. "Sorry, but I don't remember anything. Good thing you guys got that shipment of O negative huh?" He added a nervous laugh, in such a small town he must have known his rare blood type would be an issue at some point.

The doctor's pager went off then, and he was about to leave the room. He only stopped for a second before leaving, "Actually we didn't get it in yet, you can thank your sister for that one. Sorry I have to go, I'll give your family some time before you need to get some sleep."

The doctor was gone, but his words hung in the air. Jackson's eyes widened like they did when Mr Argent had pulled the gun on him. "My…sister?" He turned to Sam as he said it.

She gave him a nervous laugh but smiled. "Surprise…This is what I was trying to tell you the other day actually, I should've just come out with it."

Jackson's expression suddenly turned into a smile, which looked better than that obnoxious smirk she'd seen him do so often. "No, I'm sorry, I should've listened. Thank you, you saved my life."

She laughed and walked closer, not feeling so out of place anymore. "What else is family for?"