"The hospital?" Scott asked shocked. "I'll be there in ten minutes." He knew Deaton wouldn't make him stay if Stiles was in the hospital. Now he was kicking himself for not answering the tag as soon as he got it. His hands had been covered in filth and then he'd forgotten for a while.

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John stared. The boy laying there wasn't just kind of like his late wife. He was strikingly similar. There was enough of Stiles in his face too that almost made his knees weak. There were other familiar traits, but he couldn't place them immediately. Closing the door again, he looked at Melissa. "Stiles said he found the boy just laying unconscious in the parking lot at the school. There was something about... " he glanced around the hall making sure he could say it without causing trouble. "Something about Stiles not smelling like a wolf."