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20 minutes 

20 minutes is all it took for Mitch to be standing in the middle of the crowded parking lot of Beacon Hills hospital.

As Mitch was walking through the parking lot he made sure his gun wasn't visible to the naked eye before pushing open the light doors of Beacon Hills hospital.

Mitch walked in his head held high, chest slightly puffed out, and arms swaying at his sides.  He looked nowhere but forward.

It was busy.  Nurses and doctors moving in and out of each room and out of the corner of his eyes he saw people sitting in the waiting room chairs.

Before he knew it he was standing in front of the familiar desk where an unfamiliar woman was typing away on her computer barely even looking up when she asked for his name to which he responded with two simple words that made him suppress a shutter.

"Stiles Stilinski."

That got the nurses' attention.

"Mr.  Stilinski, here for Noah Stilinski?"  The nurse asked, her eyes held pity which he had to physically stop himself from rolling his eyes at.

"Yes,"  he answered with a cold distant tone.

"Down the hall to the left, room 12, he'll most likely be asleep-"  The nurse said but he didn't hear he was already down the hall when he heard the room number.

Mitch stopped in front of the big wood door that read '12' thinking if this was really the right thing to do.  'Of course, it was!  This is my father, he would do it for me.'

Mitch hesitated a bit before opening the door listening to the slight creaking noise it made as he opened it wider and wider with each step he took.  As he looked inside he saw a huge curtain covering him from seeing the hospital bed.  The steady beeping of a heart monitor was the only thing that could be heard over the silence of the room.  

He took two long strides over to the curtain and without hesitation he pulled it back to reveal several tubes and wires connected to his one and only father sleeping soundly under the cheap blanket the hospital provided.

Mitch took a once over of his father and checked for any visible wounds but only saw a bruise on his left cheek.  Mitch let out an audible sigh, not quite sure if it was a sigh of relief or annoyance, one of those.

Mitch brought a chair over next to his father's hospital bed and took out his new phone deciding it best to explain the situation to Kennedy and why he won't be there for a while.

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"There's the bell," a voice came as students started rushing to pack up their belongings to not miss their friends, "now remember, essays are due the week after the break so that's more than enough time to finish I want no late hand-ins."  A stern feminine voice came.

"Uh, Mrs. McCall?"  A young sweet voice came.

Mrs. McCall turned around, her brown hair bouncing around her face as she smiled at the young girl in front of her, "Hey Sophia, what can I do for you?" she asked in a sweet voice.

"I was wondering if I could hand in my essay now.  If it's not a problem."  the young girl blurted out.

"Of course Sophia, always ahead of the game I see."  The brunette jokes, "Unlike me when I was your age," she smiles, "let's just say I was very unorganized when I was in high school."  They both shared a laugh at that.  Goodbyes were changed as the women's phones went off signaling someone was calling her.

"Hey Scott, I'm on my way home what do you need?"

"Malia," she could practically hear the smile in his voice, "I was thinking we could all stop by the hospital to see how Stilinski's doing."  Scott's voice now sounded sad but not just for the Sheriff, and Malia knew exactly why.

Malia sighed heavily, "He'll come, Scott.  This is his father after all."  She didn't know what else to say, he'd been like this since they first got the news that the Sheriff had been shot.

"But what if he doesn't?"

"Then it doesn't matter, Stilinski's got us.  He's got the pack, Scott, and that's enough."  That seemed to convince him for now, even if Malia's own words didn't even convince her.  She was secretly thinking about the boy that ran away from his friends, family, and his home.

"Ok, I'm almost at the school I'll see you soon," Scott paused for a second before saying, "I love you."

"I love you too."

At The Hospital

Scott and Malia sat in the waiting room of the hospital waiting for the rest of the pack to get there.

Right as Scott was about to text them the bell on the door rang indicating people were there.  In walked Lydia, Jackson, Derek, Liam, and Mason.  Scott gave Derek a questioning look and Derek seemed to know what he was asking.

"She's at home," Derek's voice now filled the quiet hospital, "she visited earlier so she could stay home with the twins."  Scott nodded in recognition.

They all silently walked up to the front desk and when the nurse looked up she looked confused and then spoke, "Guess Noah is popular today," she said with a laugh.

If they weren't paying attention then they were now.

Scott was the first to speak up stepping forward slightly, "What do you mean, 'popular today'?"

The nurse furrowed her eyebrows and then said, "There was a man who came in not too long before you."

"Who?"  Scott asked rather loudly, "How long ago?"  He wasn't going to get his hopes up.  He won't.  He knew everyone was at least thinking what he was thinking about, no, who.

"Like 10 minutes ago not even, he's probably still there-" Before the women could finish Scott was practically running down the empty halls of the hospital.  

He barely heard Malia calling his name and the pattern of footsteps behind him as he pushed the door open.  

That's when he saw him.  That's him, that's-

"Stiles?"

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