stiles shattered

Chapter15

Derek's POV

We rushed to get into the car and I vaguely remember telling Scott to text the pack to meet at the hospital. When they asked questions, we didn't say anything more. We got there and found the sheriff sitting in the waiting room. Scott goes up to talk to him. I could have listened in, but decided against it as this was something that deserved privacy, even if I was dying to know what they were talking about.

After a short conversation, Scott motions for me to come over. Reluctantly, I do but have no idea what to say to the man. 'Hey, I could have stopped this but decided to keep it a secret. Nice to see you again.'

Instead, I just give him a small smile and he returns one back. Thankfully, a nurse soon walks over and says that it's okay to go in and see him now and we all start walking to the room when Scott stops me.

"Dude, we still have to tell the doctor," he reminds me.

"Shit, okay," I respond. "Do you want to or should I?"

He thinks for a second before saying, "No, I'll go tell my mom. It'll be easier that way." I give him a nod before he goes off, trying to find Melissa. We eventually get to the room, and my heart stops when I see Stiles.

He's lying in a bed, intubated with a tube down his throat and so many other wires and gadgets connected to him, trying to keep him alive. The heart monitor beeps steadily besides him, but too slow to be healthy.

I guess we were in there for a while because Scott comes in after what feels like seconds. I turn to him and he looks as broken as all of us. Trying to break the tension, I ask, "What did your mom say?"

He's still in shock from seeing Stiles like this, so it takes him a second to process my question. Finally, he answers, "Um, she said she'll tell the other doctors and we can all get tested to see if we have the same blood type as him."

"Do you want to go do that now?"

Scott looks at me, thankful that he doesn't have to witness the always cheerful human, the one always there for everyone, his best friend like this any longer. I know he blames himself, and I do too. "Yeah, sure."

We leave the room, but Noah doesn't seem to notice anything happening. He's just been sitting in a chair next to Stiles's bed holding his hand.

Eventually, we find Melissa and she takes us to get blood drawn, and we just pray that one of us will be a match.

A/N-This is a bit of a shorter chapter but I have writer's block right now so hopefully the next one will be longer 

Also, huge thank you to Teckeltje for all the votes and amazing comments!