Relaxing...ish [Open]

To say that Melissa McCall wasn’t at all surprised with the entrance of her son’s best friend Stiles Stilinski into the emergency room waiting room, was an understatement. She sighed, looking over at the kid as he walked in, clutching his arm near where his wrist was. She shook her head a bit before he said hello. ”Hey Stiles,” she said with a small smile before she looked at his wrist. He told her that he thought he sprained it and she shook her head before she grabbed a clipboard and motioned for him to follow her down the hallway and to one of the examination rooms. This, she could do herself. She didn’t need a doctor to do this kind of work. ”What to tell me what happened?” She asked him curiously as she finally picked an examination room.

The two stepped inside and Melissa held the door open for him before he stepped inside. Once inside, she motioned for him to sit on the table as she nudged the door shut with her hip, filling out all of his information. She knew all of it. She, Claudia, the Sheriff, and Raphael had all been friends after the couple moved in to the town. Their sons were born around the same time and as such, were instant friends. Claudia and the Sheriff had been there for her after Raphael and her divorced and Melissa had been there for the Sheriff and Stiles after Claudia passed away. The families had been quite close over the years for many years and when Melissa baby sat for the Sheriff or vice versa, the two often exchanged medical information about the boys for emergency purposes and Melissa still remembered it all from his first name and middle name to his preferred name to his allergies.

Melissa looked up at Stiles after he hopped up on the bed and she sat down on one of the stools the doctor’s usually sat in. ”This wasn’t because of anything supernatural, was it?” She asked him as she held her hand out, wanting to see his wrist to see what it looked like. After all, who wouldn’t want to see something that boy believed was sprained? Unlike with Scott who had healing abilities and whatnot, Stiles was human. When he got hurt, it took him a while to heal which would mean that he would need to stay out of anything too crazy if it was strained or broken, she’d make sure Scott and every other member of the pack knew it. After all, Stiles wasn’t just her son’s best friend, he was practically like a son to her, which was why she was touched when he had called her mom after she made him sleep before the Nogitsune took over.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 467
Notes; I'm sure Mama will give him that lecture at some point XD

Melissa gazed at her adoptive son as he laughed awkwardly at her question as she led him towards the room. He told her that he fell from the stairs because he forgot to tie his shoes. The nurse turned her head to glance at him over her shoulder. She raised an eyebrow at him as though to ask him if he was being serious. She looked down at his shoes briefly before realizing that he was right. They were still not tied. Melissa couldn’t help but close her eyes a bit and smile before the two of them stepped into the room and Melissa motioned for Stiles to hop up on the bed as she filled out his paperwork. She looked up quickly as she heard him gasp in pain. He must have put a little pressure on his wrist somehow. He told her that it was nothing supernatural about his injury, unless she counted his awesome ability to get hurt supernatural. Melissa actually let out a chuckle before he gently lifted his arm and set his wrist into her hand, wincing a bit. She shook her head before she looked over his wrist, making sure that it was okay.

Just as she was about to tell him it was only sprained, someone decided to barge into the examination room. Melissa’s eyebrows shot up into the air as she gazed at the boy. He apologized before saying that he needed her help. He then mentioned Chris Argent and Melissa sighed heavily. People like you? She asked herself before he stated that he went after Peter Hale the night before. Melissa’s eyes widened before he removed his jacket to show her the wound on his arm. She sighed heavily once more, her free hand rubbing at her forehead before he spoke of the cops and whatnot before asking if she would be able to help him. Before she got the chance to respond however, Stiles spoke instead. He asked why he would go after Peter before exclaiming that that was suicide. Mrs. McCall nodded her head in response, she had to admit, it was true. She had heard stories about Peter Hale and while he may only be a Beta, he was far more powerful and intelligent than the boy probably thought. It was why he was so foolish to attack him.

When Stiles asked the guy if he attacked Peter in his own home, she had to admit she was shocked. Had he not heard the stories of the Hale house fire? Sure, Peter was a killer, but he hadn’t done something like that in quite some time and he had attempted to turn over a new leaf. Grant it, she’d never forgive him for biting her son and attempting to kill Lydia, but the guy was doing what he thought could make things better. The boy yelled back at Stiles, saying that he knew it was stupid but attempted to defend himself. When he bit at Stiles about being the Nogitsune, it was when Melissa put a stop to what was going on. She gently moved Stiles’ wrist from her hand and stood up, glaring at the boy. ”You need to calm down. You don’t know Stiles, you don’t know Peter, and you don’t know the rest of us. You sit down and keep your mouth shut. After I finish with Stiles, I will fix your arm. You watch your tone. I’ll make sure to talk to Chris about all of this,” she said, waving her arms at him before she turned and looked at Stiles, calming almost instantly. ”It’s just sprained. We can get you an x-ray if you’d like, but if you’d rather take my word for it we can patch you up and send you on your way,” she told him. She knew how he felt about being the Nogitsune and this…kid had no right to call him that.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski & @philly0
Words; 655
Notes; There you boys, go!

The Beacon Hills Nurse gazed over at Stiles, her face softening a bit as Stiles thanked her, almost calling her mom. She gently smiled over at him before he reached over, removing her hand from his face. She knew why and allowed her hand to be removed. She knew that it was because Jeremy was around. Melissa often wondered if Stiles remembered calling her “mom” just before he fell asleep because of the sedative she gave him. She didn’t want to bring it up, especially now, since she wasn’t sure if he remembered and especially since Jeremy was in the room. She had a feeling the young Hunter had accidentally done his very best to rub Stiles the wrong way. Insulting him and his friend were not something to do when trying to make friends with him. She knew that was how Claudia had been when she was alive and her son was really quite close to how his mother had been, even though he didn’t know it.

She placed it back into her lap before she attempted to wrap Stiles’ wrist. Just as she had started, she heard Stiles tell Jeremy to take a long walk off of a short pier, making her roll her eyes a bit. She gently patted him on the leg once she had finished wrapping his wrist. He asked her if he should stay there or go to the pharmacy. She chuckled. ”I need to write the prescription first. Is the pain terrible or can you wait until I fix up this young man?” She asked him, motioning to Jeremy, who was worried his arm was going to fall off or worried that it would lose whatever functionality it had. While she supposed it was an accurate fear, she had still been a bit peeved with him for what he said to Stiles, but she wouldn’t let it keep her from doing her work. Still, should Stiles want the prescription now, she would call the pharmacy and have his medication all drawn up. He was not this boy’s biggest fan.

Melissa returned her attention towards the boy as she rolled over to him, inspecting his arm with rubber gloves intact. She looked it over before she gazed at him after he had said that he wanted to thank her while he was alive since Chris was going to kill him. You got that right, she thought. ”Let me administer some anesthetic and I’ll sterilize and clean the wound before I stitch it up,” she told him as she stood up, heading towards a nearby cabinet to get the medication before she grabbed a fresh, brand new needle. She approached the boy, unwrapping the needle before she popped it into the top of the bottle as she had done a million times before. She drew out a small amount of the clear liquid before she set the bottle down and looked at the boy. ”Ready?” She asked. It wouldn’t take too long after she gave him the shot that things would move a lot faster and a lot more smoothly.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski & @philly0
Words; 518
Notes; N/A