I Guess We're Lucky

Is It?

     After sitting with Stiles for a while the sheriff realized that there were still a lot of people waiting out there to hear about his condition. He sighed and leaned back in his chair. He really did not want to leave Stiles, even for a few minutes. He knew he was being irrational, but he just couldn't bring himself to leave his side. If only Melissa was allowed back here. 

     Just then Stiles's nurse Haley came in to check on him. The sheriff watched silently for a few minutes then made a decision. "Sarah would you mind staying with Stiles for a few minutes while I go talk to everyone in the waiting room?" 

     "Yes Noah of course. I won't leave his side until you get back, and let you know if anything happens", she said, understanding what he was feeling. 

     "Thanks, I appreciate it", he said back leaning down to Stiles and kissing his forehead. "I will be back in a few minutes, Stiles. Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone", he whispered smiling at his son. 

     With that he walked out into the hall to head to the waiting room. It had been about forty five minutes since he had headed back and he knew everyone else must be exhausted and ready for news. 

     "Sheriff! How is he?" Scott questioned as soon as the sheriff rounded the corner. 

     "He's in for a long, difficult recovery, but the doctors are optimistic", he answered as the rest of the pack and Melissa gathered around. 

     "Is he awake? Is he in a lot of pain?" Malia asked.

     "He's sedated right now, but because of his severe concussion they will wake him up periodically. He's also intubated for the collapsed lung, among many other things", the sheriff said looking at each of them in the eye. They all saw the condition he was in, and he needed them to understand that his recovery was not going to be easy. 

     "How long do they expect him to be in the ICU?" Melissa asked.

     "I'm not sure. I'm guessing until they are able to completely wean him off of the ventilator. He cannot breath on his own at all right now", Noah added.

      "Sheriff if there is any way we could sneak in to see him just for a-" Scott started.

      "Scott he is all the way on the opposite side of the room from the entrance, every nurse in there would see you guys", the sheriff answered reluctantly. He wished more than anything his friends could visit him but the last thing he wanted was to cause trouble. 

      "We understand", Lydia said grabbing Scott's hand when the boy was about to physically collapse from grief. He just needed to see his best friend. It was his fault he was here after all.

     "You guys need to go home and get some sleep and shower. You smell like a pack of wild animals", he said and got a few slight grins in response. "I will let you guys know right away if anything happens and as soon as he's out of the ICU. Waiting around in uncomfortable chairs isn't going to help him. 

     "We will sheriff", Lydia said steering Scott away. 

     "Can you guys let everyone else know how he's doing please? I need to get back to him", Noah added as they began to get there stuff together.

     "Of course", Melissa sad placing a hand on his shoulder for comfort. He smiled back turned to head back to the ICU.

      When he was settled back in his chair by his son he smiled and thanked Sarah for watching Stiles for him. Sarah informed him that she had a coffee brought in for him, then left. He leaned over to wheel the side table closer and grabbed the coffee. He held Stiles's hand with the one that was not holding the cup. 

     "We'll be okay Stiles. You'll be okay."

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     Scott's whole body was numb. He didn't know how he got home and up to his room but suddenly he became aware again. Lydia was still holding his hand, sitting next to him on his bed. He looked over at her with his teary puppy dog eyes. She looked as wrecked as him, but she had to hold it together because she was Lydia Martin. 

     "What are we going to do?" He asked, his voice cracking. "We can't loose him too. Not him and Allison." His head fell as he began to shake, tears finally falling. 

     "We are going to help him. We are going to help him heal and get better and get back his old smart-ass self", she said silent tears falling as well. She leaned in and hugged him. 

     "How could Donovan do this? How can he be so cruel?" Scott yelled. He was full on ugly crying now with tears and snot and spit but Lydia didn't care. She held onto him for dear life. 

     "I don't know Scott. I don't know."

     "He's already been through too much. How could he ever be okay again?" he asked.

     "He won't be okay at first, but he will be because we are going to help him. All of us." She answered. They sat and held each other for what seemed like forever. 

     Scott eventually got control of himself and laid down on his bed. He listened to the heart beats of his pack sleeping downstairs. He could imagine Stiles's heartbeat mixed in with them. When he closed his eyes he could imagine him laying there on his bed with him, and they were talking about girls and being good a lacrosse just like they used too. A long time ago. Deep down Scott wished he could go back and stop Stiles that night. Just so he could be there laying with Scott staring at the ceiling. Would Stiles want that? Would Stiles trade this amazing adventure for a safe normal life?

     Scott just imagined his heart beat and fell asleep to the imaginary sound. Suddenly he jerked awake, because it suddenly became out of rhythm. It speeded up and went faster and faster, then it stopped.

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      "How are you sheriff?" A voice asked and John turned to look a the familiar face.

      "Hello Dr. Barnes, I'm holding in there. Thank you for helping Stiles." The sheriff told the familiar pediatric doctor. He went to sit on the other side across from the sheriff.

      "You have a strong young man here. He'll pull through." 

      "I don't doubt it. Even for a second. He's just been through so much, you know?" Noah said running his thumb over Stiles's hand. It was really cold.

     "Who did this? How could someone do this?" The surgeon asked.

     "We can't release any information yet. Someone who was trying to get revenge on me. And Stiles was caught in the cross hairs." He answered. He was about to add to that when he was interrupted.

     He didn't know what it was at first because he refused to believe he was hearing it. And it was loud and it didn't stop and suddenly the whole world stopped. He jumped up staring at Stiles, his little boy. The heart monitor was beeping  quickly. Was that bad? It couldn't be good. Just then Stiles's back arched of the bed as his arms started to jerk, then his legs.

      Dr. jumped and yelled "We need help in here! Code yellow, code yellow!" He grabbed the sheriff and pulled him out of the little cubicle as nurses and doctors ran in. 

      "Noah? Noah!" Someone yelled distantly but he couldn't here them. All he could hear was the rapid beeping that sounded from the heart monitor. 

     "No", he barely whispered out had he watched the nurses lower the bed and rails and move the pillows so he wouldn't hurt himself. "Stiles." The heart monitor sounded one loud beep.

     "Code blue!"