Stiles Gallbladder Burst
"Argh," Stiles groaned as he got to his bedroom door. He grimaced and raised his hand up to his side. "Argh."
"Enough Stiles. You need to go to school," Noah called from downstairs.
"No dad, I'm in pain… argh," Stiles said before he grimaced again.
"I'm not buying it. Go to school or I'll drag you into the car and drive you myself."
"Fine," Stiles said and he started to walk down the corridor. "Argh!" He cried out and he stopped, grimacing as he leant against the wall. "Dad! Argh!"
"I'm not interested Stiles. Get down here now."
"Dad…" Stiles whispered as his vision swam and he started to feel sick. "Dad…"
"...I'm going to give you a lecture so long you… Stiles?" Noah asked as he saw him. "Stiles!" He called as he ran to his fainting son and caught him as he collapsed. "What's wrong? Stiles? Talk to me Stiles," Noah said, but Stiles was passing out fast.
He had his eyes closed and he was leaning against the wall. Noah was kneeling beside him and he took his pulse. Stiles's skin was pale, clammy and hot.
"Stiles, can you hear me?" Noah asked before he paused. "Ok," He said. He took Stiles into his arms and drove him to the hospital. "Melissa," He called as he carried Stiles into the ER. "Melissa!"
"Noah? What's happened?" Melissa asked as she ran over to him.
"I went upstairs and he just collapsed into my arms."
"Ok. He's pale and he's got a fever. His pulse is fast."
"Is he going to be alright?"
"I need to work out what's wrong with him first. Put him down," Melissa said and Noah lay Stiles onto a bed. "Ok," She said and she checked his pupil's response. Noah put a blood pressure cuff around Stiles's arm and an oxygen monitor on his finger. "My best guess at the moment is that his appendix or gallbladder has burst."
"He was in pain before he passed out, but I thought that he was pretending."
"Where was his pain?"
"I don't know, I was downstairs."
"Ok. I'm going to call CT and request an urgent scan, if it is his appendix or gallbladder he's going to need immediate surgery."
"Right."
"How is he?" Scott asked as he arrived at the hospital with Lydia.
"He's in surgery at the moment. The doctor's hopeful, but they weren't able to see the full extent of the damage from the scan."
"It's just his gallbladder right? Can't they just remove it?"
"That's what they're doing."
"Ok, so it's not that bad."
"Actually a burst gallbladder has a mortality rate of 70%."
"Thank you for that Lydia," Noah said.
"Sorry."
"So, he could die?"
"Yes. There's a chance he might not pull through."
"Oh."
"Is there anything we can do?"
"All we can do is wait."
"Ok."
"Stiles. Hey," Scott said softly as Stiles started to move. "It's Scott."
"Scott…" Stiles whispered.
"Yeah. Are you doing ok?"
"What happened?"
"Your gallbladder burst. They had to take you into surgery."
"My dad…"
"He's here. He's just sleeping."
"Am I doing ok?"
"Yeah. You're doing fine. The doctor said that you'll make a full recovery."
"Great."
"Lydia's here too."
"Lydia? Why?"
"She's worried about you."
"Me?"
"Yeah," Scott said and Stiles smiled.
"I love her."
"I know you do," Scott said as he smiled as well. Melissa then came in. "Hey mom."
"Hi sweetheart. How's he doing?"
"He's awake."
"Already?"
"Yeah."
"Great. Stiles, Stiles it's Melissa."
"Hey," Stiles said and she smiled.
"How are you feeling?"
"Dizzy. Sore throat I think."
"Those will be effects from the anaesthetic. Are you in any pain?"
"No."
"Good. Do you know where you are?"
"I'm in hospital. Scott said my gallbladder burst?"
"It did. We've given you surgery and taken it out. You should make a full recovery."
"Ok…"
"It's 4 in the morning so try and go back to sleep."
"Ok. Thank you."
"I'm so glad you're ok."
"Thanks Scott," Stiles said and Melissa fiddled with Stiles's medication as Scott took his hand and he fell back asleep.
Isaac Found
"Scott. Woah, Isaac. Is he ok?" Stiles asked as he came into Derek's house and saw that he was lying unconscious on the table dressed in a hospital gown and a blanket.
"He's been hurt by an alpha, but Derek gave him something that's helping him to heal."
"Woah, what alpha?"
"One from a rival pack."
"Ok… Lots of questions to ask. Where did you find him? Did he come back?"
"He turned up at the hospital. It's why my mum got me out of school."
"Hospital? His injury was bad then?"
"Very," Derek informed Stiles. "But he's healing."
"Why's he unconscious? Is it because of the injury?"
"He was sedated. He'll be fine in a few hours."
"Ok. So Scott…" Stiles said, turning to his friend.
Stiles Surgery
"Stiles," Noah said and Stiles looked up. They went into the corridor and Noah turned to his son. "The hospital sent the results back from your test."
"And? … It's something bad isn't it? You wouldn't have come and taken me out of class if everything was ok," Stiles said before he became worried. "What's wrong with me?"
"There's a tumour. It's enclosed so they are able to take it out: but it's poisoning your blood. You need surgery to have it removed and you need it today," Noah said and Stiles was quiet for a moment. "Stiles?"
"Yeah… yeah… we should um… we should go then."
"Melissa's going to be your nurse and they've got a surgical team ready for when we arrive."
"Ok."
"We'll get through this together."
"Yeah," Stiles said and Noah hugged him.
"Come on."
"Hey. Hey kiddo," Noah said gently as Stiles woke up.
"Did they…?"
"They got it out. You're going to be just fine."
"We were worried about you."
"Scott?" Stiles asked as he heard his voice.
"Yeah. I came over right after school finished. Mom's looking after you."
"And so are we," Noah said and Stiles smiled.
"Thanks…"
"Get some rest now alright? It's been a long day."
"Yeah…"
"I'll give you the homework that you missed tomorrow," Scott said and Stiles smiled before he fell back asleep. "I'm so glad that he's ok," Scott told Noah after a few moments.
"So am I. Getting the results this morning was terrifying. Rushing to hospital and everyone was already there, ready to…"
"Hey. He's alright," Scott reassured Noah as he started to get emotional.
"He is."
"We're going to look after him."
"We are."
"It's been a long day Sheriff," Scott told Noah. "Go home and get some rest yourself. I'll stay with Stiles and mom's looking after him."
"Ok," Noah said as he caved in. "Call me if anything happens alright?"
"I will."
"Ok," Noah said and he left.
Stiles Faints
"Ok, we need to call your father because you're a witness," Melissa said and Stiles nodded. "Stiles? Are you alright?"
"I…" Stiles said before he passed out.
"Stiles," Noah said quietly as Stiles came round. "Hey, hey, it's just me. You passed out."
"Heather…" Stiles whispered as he saw his dad.
"I know. I'm sorry."
"How are you feeling?" Melissa asked him.
"Where am I?"
"You're in the morgue, but we're going to move you."
"Heather she…"
"Let's get you to bed then we can talk alright?" Noah said and Stiles nodded. "Come on," He said and he helped his son to stand up. On the way, Stiles realised the victims were virgins.
Noah Passes Out
"Stiles I…"
"Dad?"
"Stiles," Noah said before he collapsed.
"Dad!" Stiles shouted and he, Scott and Isaac all rushed to him.
"Is he ok?"
"I don't know."
"He's breathing."
"Has he just passed out?"
"I don't know."
"Dad. Dad, can you hear me? Dad!"
"Stiles. Calm down," Scott said.
"Two ambulances. One corpse and an officer down," The deputy radioed in.
"Dad, wake up. Please."
"He'll be ok Stiles, it's ok."
"What if he's not?"
"Stiles. He'll be alright."
"Ok," Stiles said and he took some deep breaths.
"Hey. I think he's waking up," Isaac said.
"Dad? Dad, it's Stiles."
Stiles Faking
"Scott, help me."
"I'm not helping you trick your father."
"You have to. Please Scott."
"Stiles? Stiles! Are you ok?" Noah asked as he saw his son and ran to him. Styles was pretending to be unconscious on the ground. "Stiles, can you hear me? Styles?" Noah asked as he lifted Styles onto his lap. "Son."
"Styles. Is he really out?"
"Yes. He's never been like this. Styles!" Noah shouted but Styles didn't move. "We need an ambulance. Now."
"I'll get one."
"Dad…" Styles gasped.
"Stiles, are you with me?"
"I can't… I can't breathe…"
"I need that ambulance."
"They're on their way."
"Dad…"
"Stiles, I'm here."
"Dad…"
"Help's coming. Hold on alright."
"Arh…"
"You're going to be ok. What hurts?"
"My chest. Dad, I can't…"
"We need to wait for the paramedics. Try to breathe. Breathe with me ok?"
"Ok…"
"In and out. Good lad. Good."
Isaac Abused
The door closed and Isaac became worried.
"Maybe it locked from the outside?" Danny suggested.
"No. No, there's something against it."
"Ok, don't panic. We can finish restocking, then I'll call Ethan and he'll let us out."
"No. No, no, no…" Isaac said as panic grew within him. "No, come on."
"It's ok Isaac."
"No. No, no… no!" Isaac shouted as he panted and he started to bang on the door.
"Isaac. Isaac, calm down. Isaac!" Danny shouted, but Isaac was losing control. His breathing got worse and he banged harder and on the door. Panic took over and he became violent.
"COME ON!" He screamed and Danny stepped back. He didn't know much, but he knew that werewolves existed and Isaac was one of them.
"Isaac, calm down. Isaac!" Danny shouted again, but Isaac was full of panic. He knew that Isaac had been abused by his father, but he didn't know the full extent of the abuse.
"STOP! STOP!" Isaac screamed before he went quiet. Danny's blood froze and Isaac turned to him, transformed. He growled and Danny took a step back. Isaac went for Danny and he tried to defend himself.
"Isaac. ISAAC!" Danny shouted, but Isaac attacked him. "ISAAC!" He screamed and Isaac stopped.
Isaac roared and Danny closed his eyes, preparing to be torn apart. Instead, Danny felt Isaac let go then he heard him cry out.
"ARGH!" Isaac shouted, then he screamed. Danny opened his eyes and watched as Isaac tore into his body with his claws. Isaac fell to his knees and kept going.
"Isaac?" Danny asked shakily.
"ARGHARGH!" Isaac screamed.
Danny watched and a moment passed before Isaac became human and he collapsed onto his back. He closed his eyes and gasped, grimacing in pain.
"Don't… don't, please…" Isaac whispered. Danny got closer to him and listened to what he was saying. "Don't put me in… no… no, I'll be better…" Isaac said before he grimaced.
Danny looked at Isaac's wound and he took his top off. He knew that Isaac could have killed him, but instead he had chosen to take the instinct out on himself. Danny took off his top and pressed down on Isaac's wound.
"The freezer… Please don't put me in… in the freezer…" Isaac said as he continued to grimace. At this moment, Scott threw open the door and stopped. Danny looked up at him.
"He did it to himself. He could have killed me."
"Why did he attack you?" Scott asked as he crouched down and felt Isaac's pulse.
"The door was locked. It closed and he panicked. Is he going to be alright?"
"Yeah. Yeah, he'll be ok," Scott said as he looked at Danny, both knowing that Danny knew. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah. He…" Danny said as frowned. "He saved my life."
"What's going on?" Mr Harris asked as he arrived with most of their class.
"Isaac's been hurt."
"The shelf. It fell on him," Scott and Danny explained.
"Isaac?" Mr Harris asked.
"He's not fully conscious."
"Freezer… out… get me… out…" Isaac whimpered.
"I'm calling for an ambulance," Mr Harris said. Isaac let himself pretend to be unconscious as he was taken to the hospital by paramedics. He was in pain and though his body was healing, his mind needed time.
"Scott," Danny said as he came over to Scott, and the ambulance left the school.
"Yeah?" Scott asked, turning to him.
"Isaac kept talking about a freezer, and needing to get out. Did his father… lock him in a freezer?"
"Yeah," Scott confessed. "He did."
"Oh," Danny said and he went quiet.
"Look. Danny, what happened in there…"
"He panicked," Danny said, quick to interrupt Scott. "He turned the fear on himself to save me. He could have killed me, but he chose to save me."
"What you saw…"
"I didn't see anything," Danny said, looking at Scott. "I just saw a terrified and abused teenager."
"Ok," Scott said before he paused. "Are you sure that you're alright?"
"Yeah. I'm ok. Will you make sure that he's alright?"
"I will."
"Good," Danny said, and he left Scott.
"Isaac."
"Hey," Isaac said as Scott visited him in hospital.
"Are you doing ok?"
"Yeah. I'm alright. Is Danny ok?"
"He's fine."
"He saw me. Scott, I'm sorry… I…"
"You could have killed him."
"I know. I'm so sorry. I was trapped and… I can't be trapped… My dad…"
"I know. It's ok Isaac," Scott said, rested his hand onto him. "You didn't hurt him."
"Oh…"
"Are you sure that you're ok?" Scott asked as Isaac fiddled with his shaking hands.
"I've never… for years…"
"It's ok."
"I've never told anyone… everything…" Isaac said as he started to cry.
"About what happened to you?"
"Yeah…" Isaac said and Scott hugged him. Isaac then slowly proceeded to tell Scott everything. Melissa came in and they were sitting on the ground. Isaac fell asleep on Scott and he remained with him overnight. The freezer had been one of Isaac's waking nightmares, but the nightmares had only truly ended when his father had been killed.
"Morning Isaac," Scott said gently as Isaac woke up. "How are you feeling?"
"Better. Much, better."
"Good."
"I want to go home."
"Medically, my mom said that you're ready to be discharged. I can take you home once you're awake and dressed."
"Thank you," Isaac said and Scott rested his head against him.
Scott Dying
"Why is there an ambulance?"
"Yeah, in here," Styles said and they followed him into the mens room.
"Hold on! What the… McCall?" Coach asked as he saw Scott.
"The wound isn't healing. He was getting worse on the journey and no, I don't know how he got it. Ok," Styles said before he walked back in coach's direction.
"Styles. What happened to McCall?"
"I don't know. He was off, then we got here and he collapsed. I think that he might be dying."
"Don't be ridiculous."
"Get the shock pads ready," One paramedic said and the coach covered his mouth.
"Ok, he might be dying. He doesn't look good."
"I know coach."
"Is he breathing?"
"Barely."
Stiles Faints
"Stiles. I don't have time for this."
"Dad, please."
"The last thing I need right now is a performance review from my own son."
"Oh…" Stiles said as he stopped and put one of his hands on the wall.
"I need to get back to a murder investigation. So if we're done here," Noah said before he started to walk out of the room.
"Dad…"
"I'm going back to work Stiles."
"No, dad…" Stiles said before he collapsed onto the ground. Noah stopped and turned to see his son lying on his side, motionless.
"Stiles? Stiles, are you ok?" Noah asked before he went over to him. "Stiles?" Noah called as he knelt down and saw that Stiles was unconscious. "Stiles, can you hear me? Stiles?" Noah asked as he took his pulse. "Stiles, talk to me," Noah begged, but Stiles was out cold.
"That's it," Noah said as Stiles started to come round. "You scared me for a minute there."
"What happened…?" Stiles asked.
"You fainted. You've only been out for a few minutes."
"Oh… I'm sorry dad."
"It's ok. Keep coming round for me and you'll feel better in a minute."
"Where am I?"
"In your room."
"Ok."
"I'll get you some water when you're ready for it alright?"
"Ok. Yeah, thanks," Stiles said and he kept coming round.
Lydia Almost Murdered
"Dad?" Stiles asked, but he'd been taken. After a moment, he turned to Scott. "Miss Blake?"
"Yeah," Scott said, before he looked across at Lydia. "Stiles," He said and he rushed to her.
"Oh no," Stiles said as he realised. "Lydia. Is she alive?"
"Yeah, she is."
"Lydia, can you hear me?" Stiles asked. She was still strapped to the chair, the cord tight around her neck and she was unconscious.
"Lydia?"
"Her throat, did she cut her throat?"
"It looks clean," Scott said and Stiles checked it.
"The cord. Scott, it's still tight. She's not breathing."
"I'm on it," Scott said and he cut the cord at the back.
"Stiles? Ah," Allison yelled as she saw Lydia. Her father and Isaac came in behind her.
"Lydia,"
"She's still not breathing," Stiles said as Chris rushed to them and he helped Stiles to undo the tape.
"What happened?"
"Miss Blake attacked her."
"She was going to be the third sacrifice."
"Miss Blake, the English teacher?"
"Yeah. My dad, she took my dad," Stiles said as they lay Lydia on the ground and rolled her onto her side.
"Lydia? Lydia, breathe," Chris said as Isaac turned the lights on.
"Come on Lydia," Stiles said and Lydia took a shaky breath in.
"Yes," Scott said and Chris took her pulse.
"Is she alright?"
"Really Isaac?"
"Someone call for an ambulance."
"I will," Stiles said and he dialled 911.
"She's got a wound to her head as well."
"Her pulse is weak, but it's steady."
"She screamed," Isaac said and they looked at him. "That piercing scream. It was Lydia."
"I know."
"How did she do that?"
"A banshee," Allison said and they looked at her. "Maybe she did turn after all."
"And what's a banshee?"
"A herald of death. She was heralding her own death," Allison said as tears filled in her eyes.
"That would explain how she finds the bodies."
"So she can find death, can she also predict it?"
"I think so."
"We ignored her. We thought that she hadn't turned."
"Hur," Lydia gasped.
"Lydia," Chris was quick to say. "It's alright, you're safe."
"Just breathe. Breathe," Scott said and the paramedics came in.
Stiles Dead
"We're back," Scott said as he stood up and shivered.
"Are you ok?" Isaac asked.
"Yeah," Allison said as Isaac wrapped a coat around her.
"Scott?"
"Yeah, I'm ok."
"Stiles isn't waking up. Why isn't he waking up?"
"What?" Scott asked as he looked over.
"He should be."
"Stiles," Deaton said as he put his hand onto him. "Stiles."
"What do we do?"
"Get him out. Help me!" Deaton called and everyone pulled Stiles out of the icy water. They lay him on the ground and Isaac started CPR.
"No. No, not like this."
"He has to come back."
"Come on Stiles," Isaac said before he started doing mouth to mouth. "Come on."
"Isaac? Isaac, why have you stopped?" Allison asked as he stopped CPR on Stiles and Lydia gasped. "Don't stop. You have to bring him back. You have to. Isaac. Isaac!"
"Enough Allison," Deaton said and she looked at him. "He knew that this was the risk."
"No," She gasped.
"I'm sorry," Isaac added. "There's nothing more that I can…"
"It's alright Isaac. The Nemeton, do you know where it is?"
"We do."
"Then go. There's nothing more we can do for Stiles. He's gone. But you can find his father, all your parents and make his sacrifice worth it."
After a few moments, they left.
"Is Stiles here?" Noah asked as they rescued him. Everyone looked round and sorrow filled their faces. "Where is he? Is he hurt?"
"No," Isaac said after a moment.
"Then he…"
"I know that look," Chris said.
"What look?"
"Scott, tell me it's not…"
"Where is he?" Noah asked and Scott slowly built up enough strength to tell him.
"We had to sacrifice, ourselves. Stiles didn't make it back."
"What do you mean, sacrifice?"
"We died. In cold… cold water," Allison added.
"We had to hold them down."
"So you killed my son?!"
"He did it willingly. So did Allison and I. We did it to find you. To find you all."
"You died as well?"
"I did. But I came back."
Scott Collapses
"Scott? Woah, Scott," Allison said as Scott stumbled and fell to the ground. "Scott, are you ok?" Allison asked as she and Isaac crouched beside him.
"Scott."
"What's wrong?" Agent McCall asked as he came over to his son.
"Your heart's still beating slow."
"Yeah. I feel dizzy."
"Ok, sit down," Allison said and he sat down.
"What's wrong? Are you going to pass out?"
"I hope not."
"Just take some deep breaths," Allison said as Scott's father knelt beside him.
"Are you sick?"
"No. No, I just fainted earlier."
"How much earlier? You haven't been at school today or yesterday. Any of you."
"Leave it. Please," Allison said.
"Why?"
"Because we've been through a lot."
"Well, if you want to talk about it, I'd love to hear it."
"How are you feeling Scott?"
"Worse. Call Deaton."
"Who's Deaton?"
"I'm calling him," Isaac said before he left the room.
An officer followed Isaac, but he knocked him out.
"Isaac?" Deaton asked as he picked up the call.
"Scott's passing out. He's collapsed at the Argent's house and we've got FBI officers here wanting to talk to us."
"How's his heart rate?"
"It's falling and he said that he's feeling worse."
"Is he cold?"
"I don't know."
"Ok. Warm him up, and keep him conscious. If he passes out, we're in trouble."
"Ok," Isaac said and he went back into the room.
"Scott. Scott, look at me," Allison said as Scott was losing consciousness.
"So… cold…"
"Here," Isaac said and he wrapped a blanket around Scott.
"What's been happening to you? If you tell me, we can find out why Scott is sick."
"It's a long story."
"He's my son!"
"Who you abandoned!" Allison shouted at him. "You don't get to play like you're the best parent here."
"Scott. Scott, look at me," Isaac said as he took his pulse. "Remember your mom."
"My mom…?"
"Yeah. She's missing remember. Possibly dead."
"No… no…"
"She could be dead Scott."
"That's enough Isaac."
"She could have been murdered."
"No!" Scott shouted as he sat up and he panted.
"Scott. Are you alright?"
"Scott?" Allison asked as she rested a hand on his shoulder.
"We're leaving. Now," Scott said and Allison and Isaac gave him a hand to stand up.
"I'm not letting you leave. I'll put you under arrest if I have to."
"I don't care."
"Are you sure that you're alright?"
"I'm alright," Scott told Isaac and they left.
"Get back here!"
