Just a memory (teenwolf fanfic)

16. CHANCES

Scott

His senses were dull but he could hear sirens, and see blue and red lights of ambulance.

His full attention was on his best friend. Actually his best friend's body. No, Scott thought, he is not a body, he is still not dead, he is still here. He must be.

Everybody moved when the paramedics rushed and strapped Stiles to a stretcher. Lydia reached her hand for him, but it just fell back. Scott knew everybody were feeling like he did: empty. 'Cause that's what life would look without Stiles. Empty.

Melissa

She packed cash in her purse after the last patient left, ready to go home.

Dinner! she realized. Oh joy, she'll have to go grocery shopping now. If anything is working saturday night. Unless Scott could order pizza. She grabed her phone and called him.

"Hi, you've called Scott McCall, but he didn't answer your call - Stiles, this is ridiculous! Anyways, I'll call you back if I can. Bye!" Melissa smiled as usually when she heard his voicemail, but darkned the very second moment. So, they are just gonna have to eat sandwiches. Again. She really has to stop working night shifts.

She tied her hair in ponytail and got ready to go, when she saw the ambulance lights flashing. Another patient. It must have been an emergency. She just sighed and got ready for a long night.

A group of doctors rushed in wheeling someone inside. At first she saw only wounds. Claw marks and blood were cowering poor person's chest, as well as part of the hands.

"- Stilinski" someone said. Sure she heard wrong she checked on the patience's face.

And felt dizzy. Stiles, her  Stiles, was laying there, bloody and on death's door.

"No -" she gasped. It was clearly done by werewolf claws. At that point Melissa felt an urge to punish anyone who did this.

She collected herself back together. "Take him to the emergency department. I will call his father", this thought made her even more sick. Poor Sheriff...

The door opened again and the pack entered. Her son's face was teary.

"Scott", she hugged him. He stayed in her hug for a few seconds, but then got out.

"You must be busy", he said without emotions.

She nodded and rushed to the phone. Sheriff's number she dialed for so many times she could do it in her sleep. She nearly smiled remembering the first time ever she called him. It was about something mischievous Scott and Stiles were doing, of course. She never knew a son of a sheriff would be so restless.

He answered after first ring. "Yes?"

She wrapped the telephone wire around her finger. "Hi, Melissa here..."

She could feel he tensed. "Do you have a clue where my son could be? Still at your place?"

"No, that's why I'm calling you -"

"What happened?" he sounded harsh.

"They just got him to the hospital -"

"What happened?" Sheriff sounded out of his mind now.

"He was attacked", she lowered her voice. "Probably not human, but not an animal."

Silence. Long, heavy silence. It took a while for Melissa to figure Sheriff has ended the call.

"So", she turned back to the pack. She didn't even see them as children anymore, after all they've been through. "What happened?"

Malia answered her with one word that explained it all. "Peter."

Melissa closed her eyes and sighed. This can't be happening. She oppened them again. "Well, you better sit here and wait, or you can go home. Do you need a ride?"

"We'll stay, thanks", Malia was the one to talk again. Beautiful werecoyote was clearly the self-collected one in the group, the others not capable to talk.

But Lydia whispered something Melissa didn't hear.

"Sorry, what was that?" Melissa asked.

"I say, it's my fault", the green eyed girl said firmly.

Scott's mom just waved her head. "No way it was your fault. Don't you blame yourself."

"No, I am guilty!" Lydia cried. "Stiles and I had a fight. If it weren't for me, he would not run and never got attacked", she looked like she wanted to say something else, but she didn't.

Melissa sighed for millionth time that evening. "Hon", she hugged the strawberry blond haired beauty. "There's no way you could have stoped it."

"It is so not your fault", Malia said, hands on her hips. Only Scott remained silent. "If it weren't for you, we would maybe never find him."

"That wasn't me! It was the banshee inside me!"

"If you didn't love him you wouldn't find him!" Malia realized what she said. "I mean, like a friend. You love him like a friend. But banshee's feel when someone close to them is in danger, right? So, if you didn't care for him..."

"Girls!" Melissa stepped between them. "It's no one's fault!"

"It's Peter's", Malia growled.

"Exactly", Melissa agreed. "Now sit and behave yourself."

They all fell back in worried silence, desperately wanting, but still anxious to hear the news. A sounds of door opening broke the quietness.

"Where's Stiles, where's my son?!" Sheriff bursted into waiting room. Melissa rushed to him to tell him there's not yet any news, just in the moment a doctor came and called her.

"I belive you were close to young Stilinski?"

Melissa swallowed a cry. "He was like my son. He still is", she corrected herself. "How's he?"

Doctor looked uncomfortable. "He is in bad condition, I won't lie. We managed to keep him alive, but he's unstable and in coma."

Melissa sobbed. Doctor gave her a harsh look. "Play it professional", his tone softened. "I'm sorry for the boy. But you are a nurse. Act that way." 

  She nodded within a sob. "I'm sorry."

   "Also, there is one more thing. Actualy two more," the doctor sighed, "he may not survive the night. And if he does, he might not wake up. Ever again."