She looks at him, expression pleading, and lays the clipboard down. Most of the folk in the room have left, leaving Stiles, a doctor (black and competent), and a nurse. The nurse picks up the clipboard and glances over it, before glancing at Stiles.
“Why don’t you stay in here with our Jane Doe?” the nurse says. “She’s a lot calmer with you here, and you can tell Dr Dunbar what you know about her. I’ll see if Mrs. McCall is available to take over.”
Stiles sees her expression and bites his bottom lip nervously. He can’t help the wave of anxiousness overwhelming him. There are many people counting on him in that moment, something he didn’t particularly need in that given moment. There was already enough pressure within the pack and, as much as he was interested in being a hero for someone, now was not the time to do so.
However, when he gets requested by multiple people, he can’t possibly ignore it. He hardly has a choice in the matter. The teen glances his eyes in the direction of the door for a moment before licking his bottom lip and nodding. “Ah yeah, that’s fine. I can totally do that.”
She holds on to his hand lightly, until the nurse brings Mrs. McCall in, who quickly takes over. She gets the story, such as it is, out of Stiles easily, and looks over the clipboard with the girl’s handwriting on it.
“Thank you, Stiles,” she says at last, and Sumer uncurls her fingers from Stiles’, letting him go. “You say he said you might be contaminated? I can run some tests, if you’re worried, but it looks like all we have here is a bad case of malnourishment. Nothing we can’t handle easily.” Mrs. McCall smiles at them both, and sends Stiles out the door to meet his father.
Then she puts the clipboard back in Summer’s hands and asks her to write out as much as she can about herself. Mrs. McCall busies herself setting up an IV line to help with nourishment.
