She’s among strangers again — real strangers, whom she isn’t sure she can trust. She’s so tired, and she’s afraid if she opens up to find out if she can trust them, she won’t be able to close back down. But she /needs/ to know — there is entirely too much that seems on the verge of familiarity, and she cannot talk to the people around her.
So she lets down her shields, and the whole hospital pours through her: all the pain, anger, anguish, stress, terror — it shocks into her, crushing her sense of self.
Then she seizes.
The room they have her in explodes into a frenzy of activity.
Stiles quietly chews on his fingernails, listening to Scott and his mother babble on about various possibilities of what could be the situation with the girl. He debated on whether he wanted to call his father or not, let him know just what exactly his son was doing at the current moment. Especially if he had been calling his cell phone in attempt to get is attention. Regardless, calling his dad was beginning to come close to a necessity.
This being said, he did. His father sounded a bit worried at first, as per usual, but then frustrated as he claimed that he was heading in the direction of the hospital for him. That wasn’t originally what he wanted in the end, but it technically worked.
So he waits.
All the nurses can do is try to prevent her from hurting herself while the seizure runs its course. It confuses them when she exhibits immediate awareness of her surroundings, as soon as her muscles stop convulsing — that’s not a typical response to strong seizures. She won’t let anyone touch her after, either, but fights to the limit of her exhausted body.
Finally, someone a little wiser in the ways of recalcitrant patients suggests they get Stiles in there, since she seemed to trust him before. Almost as soon as the words are out of the doctor’s mouth, Summer nods, frantically.