He yawns as he walks up to the door, louis vutton bag in hand. Security open the doors. Instantly turning on the lights. "Gentlemen" He nods, only to get blocked.

"Sir, we know everything. Ray says you've gotta sick to visiting times"

"Since when?" Peter asks.

"Since the sherriff's son was put on Rockhold Red, meaning..."

"I know what that means!" Peter tries to barge through them. Before they can even get out batons, both of them are clawed into bloody beige heaps. He throws them out of the hospital and goes to the room that he's assigned for himself. He showers and changes into casual dolce and gabbana with a light red jacket. Shoes clean, yet a little scuffed. He pops a mint into his mouth as slips into his partner's room.

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"Sorry I'm late, it seems that your father has clearly lost his mind. Star wars cards came today. Is there always supposed to be sixteen?" He strokes the top off his head. Had the nurses showered him? His hair was still wet? Peter gets a small gym towel and starts massaging his hair dry. "Deaton says they're closing in on Vill! I see, I knew that would exicte you!" He grins, sniffing the towel before throwing it on the hamper lid.

"Sorry, I know you hate the way I throw it on the hamper, rather than inside. Two heaps of clothing. Kira's still whining about that marathon! I told her about our other commitments. We work full time" He pulls the sheets closer around Stiles' arms. "We don't have time for that, but you know how stubborn she is!"

"Kira's not the only one that's too stubborn for their own good!" Melissa opens the door and frowns at him, with a sigh.

"Good evening Melissa, beside trying to kill your only son's best friend, what brings you here?" Peter chirps as he nudges a limp pale shoulder.

"I know, that...I know how bad you want Stiles to waltz out of this bed so you can live happily ever after"

"A blink of one eye would be just as satisfying. What the hell is a Rockhold Red?" The Were asks.

"It's a countdown of two weeks before we take turn off the ventilator to see if Stiles can breathe on his own.

"Wonderful. He'll show you all!"

"Look. Scott's ruined by this too! It's not just you!"

"I've never asked for sympathy. I know Beacon hills isn't the fucking same. Two weeks is fine. It gives me emough to time to transfer my guy to another hospice. There's not nearly enough room for my personal gym and my artifact collection anyway"

"For good reason. You were never allowed to stay in the directors suite Peter. You just let yourself in!"

"That's because, when he finally wakes up, I want him to see me at my usual best" Melissa pulls up a chair next to Peters.

"That's cute. But you can't just pack up and live in a hospital"

"I've done pretty well so far. The canteen staff adore me. Speaking of. Stiles, breakfast. French toast is getting tiresome, don't you think?" He turns to the sleeping figure and nods. "Wholemeal toast tomorrow it is, but I'll show you the menus first"

"Peter..."

"I'll save you breakfast also, beats Cheerios and nutella sandwiches for you I guess"

"Stiles can't move to another hospital"

"Says whom?"

"Noah. He stays here. He either goes off the ventilator, and wakes up. Or...we...have to think about letting him go. There's two weeks. We're...we're going to set up a counselling service. There's going to be a Police department set up in Stiles' name. Noah's got all the details. We're all gonna go on holiday. Stiles always wanted to be cremated. Scott's gonna take a month off work and..."

"I'm equally impressed and disgusted that Noah's planned the bereavement party. Melissa what kind of parents are you? You talk about me, being in denial. I guess Scott's death is planned in advance as well? On your lunch break tomorrow, take me to his future grave will you? I assume he'll have two funerals. One for human family, and the other for pack. Tell me, what to bring for the second one. I hear duck spring rolls go down a storm"

"This isn't easy!"

"On the contrary, it's seems incredibly easy for you! What's the method Mel? Strangling Scott yourself? Taking his power? Getting out of twelve hour hospital shifts and getting real status? A real fucking life!" Peter growls as Melissa sharply slaps him across the face.

"Mute infections are rare. We haven't been able to stop the puss. I've seen you trying to clean it out and I've seen you fail. No-one wants to say goodbye!"

"I don't care what you do. But I'm sure as hell not!"

"You're an asshole! But a devoted ass none-the-less. I tried to get you more time"

"I'm going to be here for rest of his life, I'm not going anywhere!" Peter snarls.

"Two weeks. I pray to god you use them wisely!" Melissa warns as she brushes away her tears and quietly rushes out of the room.