Find Your Anchor - Part 1

5. The Boy With A Black Cap

The Boy With A Black Cap. Mellisa really wanted to know what he had done to make the FBI to shoot him. He looks fragile. He's just a 18 year old kid. 

As soon as Mellisa entered the Mayday, she rushed to the boy who was lying in the cold floor. 

And they left him. Really Rafael? You left a injured boy?! Mellisa wanted to scream at her ex-husbad.

She carefully put her hand under the boy's head, and examined the wound.

It's bad. It's bad. It's a surprise that he didn't die. 

She called a fellow nurse to come inside.

"Emily? Can you bring the bed, please?"

After Emily left, she saw the black cap.

Well that's strange. She thought. I'll remove it.

Her hand slowly reached for the cap, but Emily called for Mellisa to bring him to the bed.

Well, I'll see his face later. I have a feeling that I'm gonnar like him.

After the boy was hurled into surgery, Mellisa went back to the... um, 'Safe Haven'? To check the others. They had some bruises and nicks there and there, but nothing serious. Mellisa sighed. 

Nothing's wrong here. Guess Rafael had taken this matter quite well except for that boy.

Poor boy.

. . .

Mellisa was running. 

Running to reach the boy.

It was three days later when she got the call that the boy was awake.

She never really got to learn about the boy, so she went to check on him.

That's when she saw a person zoom past him.

That person was fast, actually it reminded Mellisa of her son when he ran. He was that fast.

She saw some people chasing after him, calling "Thomas! Thomas! Come back! We're not WICKED! We're the FBI's Medics! THOMAS!"

Mellisa guessed that this boy was the one she rescued from the cold, hard Mayday. The poor kid.

She ran. Actually she was quite fast, she bet she could even outrun Scott when he's tired and she's fresh.

With her 'super speed', she catched up, and grabbed for the boy. The boy's arm was just in her grasp when he stopped in midtrack. Mellisa zoomed past him. But skidded to a halt. She turned and looked at that boy.

He still had a black cap in his head. How? Mellisa didn't knew. How could she knew? She should ask the nurses or the doctors who nursed him or had a surgery with him.

He tried to pull out his gun like it was a normal, all-day-happenings that was annoying him. But being in the hospital clothes, he never got them. Then he motioned like he was going to grab a sword from behind his back, but it was, too, never there. Then he realized that he was in a hospital, and that he was surrounded.

He turned to Mellisa, and spoke low but clear. Almost a growl.

"Look, I don't want to hurt you. So get out of the way."

It sounded familiar.

"We can't. You need to heal. You still got the wound. It's not fully healed yet." Mellisa replied.

"I've been through worse. I got shot twice, one in the stomach, one in the shoulder. And I survived. It's none of your beeswax, so get out of the wa..." He cringed, fully feeling the pain he was in. 

Mellisa crouched and held his hands.

"Look, kid..."

"I'm not a kid!"

"Okay then, look boy, we are just want to save you. We want nothing to harm you. We just want you to be safe and go back to your friends. Your friends are Newt, Minho, Brenda, Jorge, Aris, and Sonya right? My man, Rafael McCall took them to a place called Beacon Hills, and they will live together in a house. They have their family there. Even if you don't have a family, you can go there to live with your friends. But you have heal before you go there. Okay? Let's go back to your room, alright?" Mellisa soothed the kid.

The kid looked away, well Mellisa couldn't even look at that boy's eyes. Because some stupid black cap was covering it.

"Can I look at your face, boy? You don't need to, but I think we'll communicate better when we see each other's face. You've seen mine, so I want see yours. Is that fair?"

The boy nodded, then took off his cap slowly. He revealed his calm, brown hair, warm, golden brown eyes, and tanned skin. He revealed his face. And it surprised Mellisa.

Firstly there was too many scars. 

Secondly, she knew him.

She actually knew him!

The boy seemed confused that she had a recognition plastered in her face.

"What? You know me?"

"Indeed! You were my son's best friend before... before you were gone. You were suddenly gone, and the pack was so worried about you! Oh." She caught herself.

"Of course. You have a memory gap. It's okay, I'll take you from now on." She escorted him back to his room, and made him lie in his bed. She covered him up with a blanket. 

"Sleep." She ordered.

He seem to be fast asleep. He murmured, "Thanks Newt..."

Newt. His best friend. Mellisa guessed that Newt was close to him.

But she had a thing to do. She would call his ex-husband. And tell what she had found.

She dialed the number, and the familiar voice spoke to her.

"Mellisa! I was just going to call you! Did you check..." Mellisa cut him off.

"Rafael, the boy you shot. He's the problem."

"Yes, Mellisa! I want you to check..."

"We found Stiles."

Rafael was silent. Then he spoke for the first time.

"It was real. It is real. I was right!" Mellisa could imagine him fist pumping.

"You knew?" She asked, confused.

"No. It was a doubt. It was a doubt which the teens made it weaker. But it is real! How could it be real?" He started babbling.

"Rafael, we need to tell Scott." Mellisa told him. "They deserve to know."

"No." 

"What?"

"I want to confirm it. Plus if he is Stiles, let's give Scott a surprise."

Mellisa knew what to do. She would collect Stile's hair, and test it. To confirm that he was Stiles, not a identical person. She would give a DNA test. 

. . .

"Rafael, it is confirmed." Soon enough Mellisa was calling him again.

"When will he be out of bed?" He asked.

"One day. Just one day. You will take care of the other boys and girls? Oh, no, there's only one girl, is it?"

"Yes. I heard that there was one more, but she died saving Stile's. Mellisa, there was so many loss. So many deaths. I investigated so much cases, but this? This is the worst case in the world. I just hope that Stiles will not drown himself from guilt." With that he ended the call.

Just one day. Just one day to get Stiles back. 

Mellisa couldn't wait. 

Sorry for the short chapter! Didn't had much to write...

Have fun reading!