Crashing

Don't let me down

The young nurse in her twenties, Kelli, had been assigned to Scott since he was still in the ICU, and was slowly moving the tube in his lung since he shifted it the day before, to which he flinched in his sleep at her touch.

Kelli continued working, checking his vitals when he screamed loudly, his vitals flying through the roof.

"Scott, what's wrong?" The young nurse asked, gently placing her hand on his chest so he wouldn't start thrashing around as tears pricked the edges of his still closed eyes.

He screamed a second time, pushing against her hold as the heart monitor went crazy, making her slam the call button as she continued to hold him down.

"Scott, it's OK." She assured the teenager calmly, who burst upward, opening his eyes while gasping for air.

"Where's-Stiles?!"

Two more nurses came in, one helping Kelli hold him down while the other got ready to inject a sedative into his IV.

"What's-going-on?! Where's-Stiles?! Where's-my-Mom?!"

"Scott, listen to me. You're in the hospital. Mieczyslaw is OK, and your mom is helping with him. You're just gonna take a nap now and try to calm down, OK?"

Just as the nurse got ready to give him the sedative, Melissa came in, before swiftly approaching her son.

"Ma'am, hospital policy says you can't be assigned to your own son." One of the other nurses replied.

"I know that, Ariana, but I have the rights to make sure he's OK, and since I just switched shifts with Britney regarding Mieczyslaw, I'm allowed to be in here."

Ariana moved as Melissa sat beside Scott, pulling him into a hug as he struggled to catch his breath as Melissa threw the third nurse a subtle nod, to which she injected the sedative into his IV.

The mother kissed her son's forehead as he started falling asleep in her arms, and his breathing returned to normal.

Meanwhile, Britney was adjusting the sixteen year old's IV while Stiles was watching Wheel Of Fortune on the TV, since it was that or Sesame Street, Tellietubies, or the Spanish channel, when his dad came in.

"Hey kiddo, I've got good news." 

"That you found a way to get Nickelodeon or Disney Channel?" 

"No, but the doctor is gonna check you over, and he said since your vitals have been stable for a couple days and if nothing is wrong, you can move to a regular room."

"Will those rooms have Nickelodeon or Disney Channel?" Stiles raised a eyebrow jokingly, making his dad chuckle as he sat down before the teen continued. "Also, my vitals won't be stable if Angela doesn't get the sentence correct. Mike and Clara are idiots. The only reason Clara is winning is cause she won the vacation to Ireland, and Mike is only 2,000 behind Clara because he got the 10,000."

Noah chuckled again as he looked at the screen. "You are really getting into this."

"I don't have a choice, I have to make sure Angela wins." Stiles insisted, eyes glued to the screen just as the doctor came in, a smile on his face.

"Hello, Mieczyslaw. Ready to get to a regular room?" He asked, which diverted Stiles' attention as he nodded before looking back at the TV.

"He's invested." Noah insisted as the doctor nodded before checking his vitals and injuries before saying to Britney and Noah while Stiles bit his lip during the last puzzle.

"Yeah, he can move to a regular room. However, I do want a blood test done and a second CT to see how his head is healing up."

Britney nodded as the doctor helped her move the bed to the CT room, Noah kissing Stiles' forehead before going to check on Scott.

When he got in there, he saw Scott sleeping, and Melissa reading a magazine to distract herself.

"How're he's doing?" Noah asked to which Melissa put the magazine down before answering.

"They had to sedate him due to a nightmare effecting his breathing. His doctor is gonna see if he can have the second surgery to take the tube out in a couple days, and his ribs, concussion, knee and shoulder are healing up well. How's Stiles?"

"He's getting a CT and blood test, but he's moving to a real room afterwards."

Melissa nodded as she glanced at Scott, a tear running down her cheek, which she quickly wiped away.

"Hey, Scott's gonna be fine, Melissa."

Melissa nodded a second time as the two sat in silence for twenty minutes before Noah stood up. 

"I'll check on you two later, but I should go ahead and check on Stiles. Goodnight, Melissa." Noah smiled, leaving the room.

When Noah was reunited with his son, Britney was putting all the machines back into place, before leaving the room as Stiles grabbed the remote, starting to go through the channels in his quest to find Nickelodeon or Disney.

"Hey, kiddo. It's pretty late. You should get some sleep." Noah insisted, taking the remote from his son and turning off the TV as Stiles groaned, trying to get comfortable on his back, and failing miserably, letting out a small whimper of pain when he jostled his broken arm, making Noah sigh before climbing in beside his son, who laid his head on his Dad's shoulder, before falling into a blissful sleep.

Sorry this took a couple days, but I've been busy, and I will be busy on thursday-sunday, but I'll try to update on Monday!