Mama Hale -A Derek Hale Fanfiction ~~REWRITE~~

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I'm exhausted from painting and patching and sanding the hallway in my house, but I managed to get a new chapter churned out for you all. It's a bit of a filler, but we're getting closer and closer to the end of season 1, since we're having to skip a couple episodes. As always, comment, vote, and enjoy!

(3rd P.O.V.)

The girls and Jackson are led away to be checked by paramedics, leaving the sheriff, Scott, and Stiles, all having harshly different reactions to Scott's confession.

The werewolf is staring down at the ground, mind swarming with guilt over the entire night's actions. Stiles is running his hands over his face and head, pacing the area as his mind reels, thinking about how pissed the teacher is going to be when she hears the news and how it could mess up everything she had worked so hard for with Isaac. Sheriff Stilinski runs his hand over his face, blood running cold at the teen's confession and pondering the same situation as his son.

"Stiles, did you see him at all?" The adult decides to ask, hoping Scott was wrong.

"I-I didn't see anything. It was all too dark." He sputters. "Can we go to the hospital? I want to know how Lyrica's doing."

"Yeah." Noah nods and before long, the situation at the school is controlled with all victims and police sent home, the Stilinskis dropping Scott off at his house before racing to the hospital.

"Noah? Stiles?" Melissa asks when the males enter the ER, going straight for the desk. "Are you okay?"

"Lyrica Hale. She came in about an hour ago." Stiles quickly says, leg bouncing as he chews his nails.

"What?" Melissa frowns.

"There was an accident at the school and she came here via ambulance. Can you tell us where she is?" The sheriff clarifies, much more polite than his son.

Melissa nods before typing away at her computer. "She's still in surgery. She probably won't be awake for questioning for-"

"It's not for questioning." Noah shakes his head. Melissa looks between the father and son for a moment, confused at how genuinely worried they seem.

"Let me get someone to cover me and I'll take you to the waiting room." She decides and they both nod. Half an hour later, the trio are silently sitting in the waiting room, Noah having explained the situation between them and Lyrica to the nurse.

"Melissa?"

The woman jumps up at the familiar voice, all three turning to see a man in scrubs step through the OR doors.

"You said someone was waiting for Mrs. Hale?"

"Yeah, it's us." The sheriff stands, Stiles following suit. "How is she?"

"Honestly, it's a miracle she's alive." The surgeon explains, crossing his arms. "She has a concussion and had a nasty laceration to her head along with a skull fracture. I honestly don't know how her skull was still intact with how bad she looked when she got in. She's got a bruised hand almost as if she punched a wall, but nothing's broken. She also had some nasty internal abdominal bleeding, but we managed to get it under control. She lost a lot of blood both before and in surgery, but she's stable."

"Oh thank God." Stiles sags.

"You can come see her if you'd like. We're not sure when she'll be awake, though."

"Yes please, thank you."

The surgeon leads the three down several halls until they reach a room with a folder labeled "Hale" in the sleeve. The surgeon leads them in before silently leaving, knowing they were in safe hands with Melissa.