Stella Argent - Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 14

Scott and I entered the bustling hospital, and I held a bag of food in my hand. The place seemed unusually crowded today.

"Okay, keep pressure on it. The doctor's on her way. And does anyone know where Dr. Hilliard is?" Melissa, the receptionist, asked a woman at the desk. She noticed us and a grateful smile crossed her face.

"Oh, thank God. I'm starving. Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Thank you for bringing me dinner," she said, embracing both of us.

"Is everything okay?" Scott inquired, scanning the busy hospital with concern.

"Except for half the accident victims in a ten-car pile-up being rerouted here from downtown, and the E.R. attending not answering any of his pages, yeah, I'm okay," Melissa replied, her exhaustion evident.

"What does 'not answering pages' mean?" I inquired.

"It means that nobody can find him, so now we have to wait for the on-call doctor to get here," she explained, busily dialing a phone number.

Scott and I took a seat.

"Excuse me, can I please have something for the pain?" one of the patients requested.

"I'm sorry, I know. But, actually, giving you something could complicate things, so we really just need to wait for the doctors. Okay?" Melissa replied, and the patient nodded before sitting down next to Scott. He looked at her with sympathy in his eyes.

"You know, I think that I read online that sometimes human contact can help with pain," Scott mentioned, and she nodded slowly. He held onto her hand for a while before letting go. Scott had always been so caring, almost like an Alpha, minus the killing.

"Someone... Someone help me! Oh, I need help!" a familiar voice cried out. I turned towards the sound and saw Ethan carrying Danny. I rushed over, and Scott followed closely.

"Okay, gentle, gentle, gentle!" Melissa instructed as she helped place Danny on a bed.

"What did you do to him?" I growled at Ethan.

"Nothing. He said he was having chest pains and trouble breathing, but it... it just kept getting worse," Ethan answered, his voice cracking slightly.

"This is not good. How much longer on Dr. Hillyard?" Melissa asked one of the nurses, but he just shrugged.

"What the heck," I muttered.

"Okay, his larynx has shifted to the side. I think it's a tension pneumothorax," Melissa diagnosed, but then Danny vomited on the floor.

"Mistletoe," I whispered to Scott.

"Could you three please go back to the waiting room?" Melissa asked, but none of us moved.

"Where are the nurses and the doctors? Where is everyone?" Ethan questioned.

"It's a full house tonight. They're tending to other patients," she explained.

"Okay, well, Mom, how can we help?" Scott inquired.

"Honey, you can't. His lung is collapsed. His heart is being pushed against his chest cavity, so..." Melissa's voice trailed off.

"He's gonna die, isn't he?" I choked out, my voice trembling.

"No. No, he's not. Scott, you grab the tape. You grab those scissors and cut his shirt open. Okay," Melissa instructed both me and Scott.

"Mom, he's not breathing," Scott said, his voice filled with worry.

"I know, I know. Okay," Melissa murmured. She picked up a large needle, and my eyes widened; it was a substantial needle. I don't have a severe fear of needles like Stiles, but that one was intimidating. My heart raced, and Scott must have sensed it because he placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder.