One of the nurses is quicker on the uptake than Stiles, and provides a clipboard and a pen. She lets Stiles go to write, ‘I want to be checked by the person you trust,’ and shows it to him.
Stiles just nods, doing as he’s told. He feels more adult than he’s ever felt in his entire life, mainly because he’s never had to do something like this. Honestly he’d just prefer to be with his dad for the moment. Regardless, Stiles knows that he can’t do that and he quietly signs the document.
For once, he’s much more silent.
She frowns, and shakes his arm, tapping insistently on the clipboard. He’s not even paying attention — he hadn’t struck her before as one of those people who is only willing to help until they can dump the needy person off on someone else. It hurts.