I Guess We're Lucky

Settled Down

     The ICU was pure chaos. Any available nurses were coming to see if they could be of any help in any way. But most of them stood and watched, helpless. The sheriff fell to is knees as he watched. Doctor Barnes trying to soothe him by whispering words of assurance, but he didn't hear it. All he heard was the heart monitor.

     He caught a few words as he watched on through the glass doors, such as "charging" "ready" "he isn't" and "clear". Then Stiles's upper body arched off of the table before slamming back down. Then the doctors tried again. And again. And Dr. Nolan was about to order them to charge the defibrillators again when he was cut off. 

     "Sir? He's gone. It's your call", the head nurse said to him. She looked heart broken to need to suggest it. But there were already several burns on Stile's chest from the previous attempts. 

      "Very well, I'm calling it. Time of death 4:17 in the mor-", but he was interrupted by a soft beeping sound. "Oh my God", was all the doctor said, and everyone else was quiet. 

     The sheriff let out a choked sob, then got up and tried to enter before being stopped by Dr. Barnes. This spurred everyone in to action. Dr. Nolan ordered, "Okay I need a portable brain scanner in here and someone get me a neurologist up here."

     The nurses began to fix his IVs and position that was messed up during the seizure. They took his vitals and removed the bloody bandages that were covering the torn stitches. While he waited for the nurses to finish he went out to talk to the sheriff. Doctor Barnes left when he saw him approach.

     "I think Stiles is stable for now", he said upon approaching the distraught father. "I am getting a neurologist down here, because that seizure concerns me. I plan on switching his medicines as well to see if that may have caused it, and hopefully that is what happened."

     "You don't think the concussion caused the seizure?" The sheriff asked.

     "I don't think it makes much sense that that's what would have caused it. But I am going to check just to be safe. He is on many medicines for infections and swelling and many other things and chances are his body did not like one of them. I'm optimistic that this was the reasoning."

     "Just please, do whatever you can."

     "I will sheriff, I promise"

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      Scott raced down his stairs after hearing an ear-splitting scream from Lydia. He flipped on the living room light as he rounded the corner and joined the rest of the pack in trying to calm down a hysterical Lydia.

     "Wh-what happened", Scott asked kneeling down by Lydia, and she instantly calmed down when she saw his face, but stayed silent.

     "Lydia. Please tell us what's wrong", Malia said tears trickling down her face. But she already knew. They all did. The person Malia loved most in the world was gone. 

     "He's dead", Lydia choked out. Everyone sagged. He couldn't be dead, not just like that. 

     "We shouldn't have left!" Scott said standing up. "I shouldn't have left him." He turned his back to them and walked a few feet and rested his forehead against  the wall. Before anyone could stop him he punched a hole right through it. Then again, making the hole bigger. And again and again until he reached the wood and his hand was gushing blood. 

     Liam darted up and over to him and grabbed his wrist and pulled him back. "Scott! Scott stop it!" He shoved him away and stepped between him and the wall. Scott backed away and stumbled over to the couch and sat down, his head in his hands. No one said a thing. Lydia's quiet sobs were the only sound. They were all in shock.