Crashing

I need you right now

"What happened to Stiles?" Melissa demanded, fear on her face as she stormed straight to the doctor who had just come out of the room where the almost 16 year old was along with his father.

"That's where you come in, Melissa. He had a seizure, but doesn't have a history of them. He does, however, have a concussion, and if you have more then one concussion, you can have a seizure."

"So you're asking if he has had a concussion before."

"Exactly. You know the Stilinskis better then any of the other staff, especially since you've been working here since Mieczyslaw was born, so you must know something."

Melissa racked her brain for a few minutes before snapping her fingers and giving a answer.

"In 2001, about early October, he was heading to school, and fell down the stairs. He had a major concussion."

The doctor nodded before replying.

"Thank you. You can go back to Scott."

Melissa nodded as she went down the hall to see Scott pulling at the tube in his side, to which she batted his hand away before speaking sternly.

"You're not supposed to mess with that, young man. You're already in trouble for letting a unlicenced driver take you for a ride, I don't want you to also be in trouble for ripping out what's helping your lung heal."

"I was just trying to move it slightly. It's uncomfortable." Scott whined, which Melissa knew was partly the drugs in her 15 year old son's system, as well as being stuck in the hospital.

"It's a tube in your lung, Scott, not exactly super comfortable. I can try to convince someone to get you more morphine, but that's about it."

"It's OK, Mom. I'll be OK."

Melissa nodded as she pulled the blanket over Scott's shoulder before kissing his forehead and running her hand through his mop of brown hair.

"Go to sleep, sweetheart."

Scott nodded as he laid against the pillow while Melissa fell asleep on the sofa in the same room.

That next morning, at about nine thirty a.m, Stiles woke up with a groan, starting to stretch when he felt pain explode in his ribs, as he gasped, holding a a hand against the broken ones just as his dad came in with a tray, which he set down to help lower Stiles back down onto the pillow before gently moving the bed into a partly sitting up position with the remote.

"There you go." Noah smiled before picking up the tray, placing it over Stiles' knees.

"I'm not hungry, Dad."

"Look, I know you hate hospital food, but you need to eat something so you can move to a regular room in a couple days."

"Where is the nurse, by the way?" Stiles asked, staring down at the food like it was deadly.

"Oh, shift change. Nothing to worry about. Now eat."

Stiles muttered a few curse words of choice under his breath before starting to eat the less then desirable eggs and lone biscuit along with downing the glass of water, his mouth still having the taste of puke in it from six hours before.

"You know we have to talk about you taking the jeep." Noah sighed as Stiles nodded, his eyes not meeting his father's, not wanting to see the disappointment he had caused.

"I know, I got cocky and acted stupid. Just don't let Scott get in trouble. He didn't even want to go, it was all my idea and I persuaded him to do it."

"I'll tell Melissa, kiddo. But just cause you admitted to it doesn't mean you're getting away with it. You could've been killed and so could've Scott."

Stiles nodded, biting his lip just as the door opened, Melissa coming in.

"I'm gonna guess you're the shift change?" Stiles asked in a monotone, as he pushed away the rest of his breakfast.

"You don't sound too happy about it, Stiles."

"I'm not exactly in the best position to be a cheerleader." Stiles snorted as Melissa started examining his vitals.

"Alright, everything on that end looks good, but you really need to finish your food, Stiles."

"Not hungry." Stiles insisted calmly, as he relaxed against the pillows.

"Noah, why don't you go get some breakfast from the McDonald's next door? I won't tell your doctor." Melissa winked as Noah shook his head.

"I think it's best if I stay with Stiles."

"It won't take ten minutes, Noah. I can handle him till then."

Noah nodded, plating a kiss on his son's forehead before leaving the room as Melissa sat down beside his feet, a smile on her face.

"What are you planning?" Stiles questioned, raising his eyebrow.

"Let's work out a compromise. You can choose any story you want, whether that be a story from your past, or a favorite book, and I'll tell it to you. However, every time I stop, you have to take a reasonable bite of your food."

"I'm almost 16. I don't need a bedtime story."

"Well, you need to get some rest if you're gonna get out of the hospital, and you need to eat the food in front of you, plus, I know you're hungry, your stomach is growling like crazy. So, what's it gonna be?" She asked as Stiles looked down at his hands for a few minutes before he looked her in the eyes, a slight whisper leaving his lips.

"Can you tell the story about when Scott and I kept getting into the cookies when we were 6?"

Melissa nodded, a smile creeping on her lips as the memory came back, so clear as if it happened yesterday.

"Well, your mom and I were making sugar cookies for a Christmas party, and your mom was amazing at making food. She was able to get Noah to eat healthy without a protest. Anyway, we had made a batch of reindeer cookies, and I went to go put them down, when..."

She trailed off, her eyes going to the plate in front of Stiles, making him sigh as he picked up the partly eaten biscuit, taking a bite out of it, before chewing and swallowing.

"I noticed four of the snowflake cookies were gone. Since your mother and I had put you and Scott down for your naps, we thought it was your dad and Rafael, so we went to question them after your mom put the trees and a new batch of snowflakes in the oven. When we came back, however..."

Stiles immediately put a piece of the egg in his mouth, chewing it while insisting for her to continue.

"The reindeer, mainly the Rudolph ones, were gone. Since we knew it wasn't our husbands, we thought it was a couple of rats or something, so we continued making them, two or four cookies disappearing every time we turned around."

Stiles put the rest of the biscuit in his mouth as Melissa rolled her eyes at the huge bite, waiting for him to fully finish chewing before continuing.

"So I put out some traps and continued cooking when we heard you throwing up, loudly. Claudia went to go take care of you, and that's when I heard a trap go off. I thought I had caught a rat..."

Stiles used his fork to fold the rest of the egg into a bite size piece before chewing it up.

"When I heard Scott wailing. I realized that he had been stealing the cookies for himself and you, hence why your throw up was multicolored. Rafael and your father made sure you two couldn't sit for a week since we told you two what the cookies were for and because you were supposed to be sleeping."

Stiles broke into a grin, hugging Melissa as she hugged him back, pressing his face against her chest while maneuvering the tray off the bed and laying him back down when Noah came back, holding a EggMcMuffin in his hand, a coffee in the other, making the teen pout.

"Why couldn't I have eaten that?"