Home (Sciles AU)

Chapter 46

Scott POV

For the most part, the rest of the night is a blur. I remember when the ambulance seems to stop, and then I'm suddenly being rushed out of the ambulance and into the hospital, still on the gurney thing that I was lying on while in the ambulance, all of the lights blindingly bright above me. I hear urgent and worried voices from all around me talking about things I barely understand, and there's still a slight ringing in my ears so it's hard for me to hear what they are saying anyway. I try to fully concentrate on my breathing and keeping it even, not wanting to pay attention to the pain, or let myself start worrying constantly about everything that is happening to me and to everyone else involved in the car crash. I can see people from the corners of my eyes glancing over at me curiously as they make their way to the waiting rooms, probably preparing to deal with their own grief and waiting to hear if their family or friends are okay.

As I am continued to be wheeled through the hospital, and I assume that they'll be taking me in for a surgery or an X-Ray straight away, I suddenly hear my mom calling my name desperately.

"Scott? Oh my god, oh my god..." Mom says in shock, sounding like she's on the verge of tears. I try and look around the best I can, wanting to find the source of my mom's voice.

"Mom?" I ask weakly, still looking around desperately, despite the pain I'm still in. Suddenly, I see Mom rushing towards me and is now hurrying alongside the gurney, staring down at me with a distraught expression on her face, and she runs her hand through my hair a few times to try and be comforting.

"Oh, Scott. I'm so so sorry that this happened to you, honey. You're going to be okay, I'm sure of it. You'll be in the best care." Mom reassures me with a watery smile.

"What about... What about Stiles? Is he okay?" I ask a little breathlessly as a sudden wave of exhaustion, dizziness and nausea washes over me, and all I really want to do now is just to close my eyes and fall asleep. Or possibly throw up. I know that after being in such a bad accident, those are probably very bad things, but my mind is too hazy and already trying to process a lot of jumbled thoughts and memories that I don't really spend too much time thinking about the dangers of possibly falling asleep and not waking up. My main thought right now through my haziness is whether or not Stiles is okay.

"He hasn't arrived yet, honey. But I promise I'll check up on him when he arrives, and I'll make sure to let you know what's happening. Alright? But for now, try not to worry about Stiles. It'll only make you feel worse." Mom tells me in a firm and serious voice.

"I-I'm scared." I reply, tears forming in my eyes, making my vision go blurry. Mom looks down at me sympathetically as she continues to run her fingers through my hair.

"I know you are sweetheart, but I know you can get through this, okay?" Mom promises me confidently.

"Melissa, we are going to take him in for emergency surgery now due to his internal bleeding, and we will take him to radiology for X-Rays right after to figure out our next steps. We'll take care of him, I promise. I'll let you know when you'll be able to see him." One of the people pushing my gurney informs my mom seriously, and I watch as she nods quickly and silently, tears falling down her cheeks.

"No... Mom... Please don't leave..." I beg quietly, my voice croaky and desperate, my lungs on fire as I try to plead with Mom to stay with me.

"I have to, sweetheart. But you're in the best care, and I'll come and see you as soon as I can, okay? And I'll make sure that Stiles is alright. I love you, Scott. Just remember that." Mom replies sadly and reaches out and squeezes my hand for a moment. Once she lets go, she stops hurrying alongside me and watches sadly as I continue to get whisked away with a hand over her mouth, trying to stifle sobs I assume.