peter & cora } { of asthma attacks and hard choices

[impetere]

Scott: [and eventually he would, looking like a runt in the bed surrounded by big machines. He will try and move, and then start coughing]

Cora: [and she'll snap awake, reaching for his hand gently to draw his attention] Hey. Hey, you're okay.

Scott: [and he will finish and fall back against the pillow, struggling the breath for a moment until the machine helps get the oxygen flowing] What... what happened?

Cora: You had an asthma attack. But you're okay now.

Scott: They keep getting worse.

Cora: I know. [she's clearly worried, but she's going to give his hand a squeeze]

Scott: It still hurts.

Cora: Just relax. It'll get easier.

Scott: I can't... I can't do this... anymore.

Cora: [her eyes cloud a bit, before she squeezes his hand again] I could help. But there's a chance it won't work.

Scott: I know. But I can't... I can't keep doing this to Mom.

Cora: If it doesn't work it'll kill you, Scott.

Scott: One more bad attack will also... do the job.

Cora: True. [there's a beat because she also knows he's really emotional right now and she doesn't want him to make decisions like this.] Let's ... let's wait until you go home, okay? We'll talk about it more then.

Scott: [nods, coughing as he resettles a bit more] Mom okay?

Cora: Yeah. Peter took her to get some food.

Scott: Think they can bring me back... a pizza?

Cora: [she laughs] Maybe. I'll ask and see.

Scott: Or Stiles could bring it.

Cora: I'll text him. Right now you rest.

Scott: Okay.

Cora: [she nods and she'll go to grab her phone to contact Stiles]

Stiles: [and he's been distracting himself at the library preparing for the ASVAB. He looks up when he hears his phone vibrate and answers] Hey, how is he?

Cora: Good. He woke up and he's okay for now. Wants us to bring him a pizza.

Stiles: Is he allowed to have pizza?

Cora: I have no idea.

Stiles: Well, I could bring it and we can just eat it in front of him if he's not allowed to have it.

Cora: That'd be mean.

Stiles: Which is why we need to find out if he can have it.

Cora: I'll ask the nurse.

Stiles: I'll back up my books while you do that. Text me the answer but I'll be over either way.

Cora: [and she will check with the nurses and they will be hesitant but agree because it's Melissa's kid?]

Stiles: [and he will eventually show up with a half meat lovers, half Hawaiian pizza and text Cora to come get it because the person at the front desk is not letting him by]

Cora: [and she will come and grease the wheels to get the pizza upstairs to Scott]

Stiles: [and he may just... double back and slide into the room, closing the door and hiding out of view with a grin]

Cora: [smirks as she goes to sit next to Scott] Gang's all here.

Stiles: Three Musketeers through and through.

Scott: How'd you get by the guards?

Stiles: Because I'm awesome.

Cora: If I could do it when I was eleven, he could definitely do it now.

Stiles: Mad skills I'm going to need in the military.

Scott: Still can't believe you're going to go.

Cora: He's only been talking about it since we were eleven.

Scott: Yeah, but you don't, break up the band.

Stiles: You mean split the party. Dude, you two are going to go off to college and then in four years, we're all going to have an epic reunion. And it's not like I won't be home visiting until then.

Cora: [and ... she's going to fall silent because about that college thing]

Scott: [looks at Cora and thinks a moment] We're going to miss you.

Stiles: You better. [smirks]

Cora: [smirks a bit] Of course we will.

Stiles: And hey, Heather says that I'd look pretty hot in uniform. So I've got that going in my favor.

Cora: [and there she's rolling her eyes]

Stiles: [and his text message goes off. He pulls out his phone to look at it, biting his lower lip] Speak of the devil...

Scott: That her?

Stiles: Yeah. Seems she got out of rehearsal early.

Cora: [she glances up and shrugs] If you need to go, we'll be okay.

Stiles: [thinks, and then texts back] Nah, my bro is in the hospital. She can have one of her friends drive her.

Scott: You don't have to. [but he's smiling at that.]

Cora: [she smiles a bit at that too] Only if you're sure.

Stiles: Three musketeers right? All for one and one for all. [reaches for a slice of pizza] Except when it comes to pineapple on pizza apparently.

Cora: It's still gross.

Stiles: You just are too much of a carnivore for your own good.

Scott: Hey Cora... if I... will I hate pineapple?

Cora: No. I don't hate pineapple. I just don't like it on pizza.

Stiles: There's still hope for what a minute are you thinking what I'm thinking... [looking at Scott]

Scott: [biting his lip] Maybe.

Cora: We're going to talk about it after he's out of the hospital.

Stiles: Oh. [not sure how he feels about that]

Scott: I'm tired of ending up like this.

Stiles: No, no I get it man. Just, kinda permenant.

Cora: Which is why we're going to talk about it when things aren't so ... stressful. There are a lot of risks.

Scott: I'm not going to change my mind.

Stiles: Yeah, and if it kills you?

Cora: We should at least talk about it with your mom.

Stiles: Yeah, pretty sure she'd kill you if you didn't ask her.

Cora: We'll figure it out.

Stiles: [and he's on and off texting Heather and sighs] Apparently she needs a lift, guys. I have to go get her.

Cora: It's okay. We'll see you later.

Stiles: I'll come right back.

Scott: You won't be able to get by security. It's alright. I'll be home tomorrow anyway. You can come keep me company.

Stiles: Got it.

Cora: Thanks for the pizza, Stiles.

Stiles: No problem. Catch you both later. [and he will peace out of there]

Scott: [sighs, going to nibble on another slice]

Cora: [nudges him over a bit so she can sit on the bed next to him]

Scott: [and he will move over for her, cuddling into her side once she's settled]

Cora: [tips her head to rest against his gently] We'll figure it out, okay?

Scott: Okay.

Cora: Good. Just get some rest.

Scott: [and he will drift back off, not even finishing his slice]

Cora: [and she will just stay there with him, turning things over in her head]

Stiles: [and he will get "distracted" by his girlfriend so he won't be back]

Peter: [returning with food for Cora and smells the pizza] I guess Stiles stopped by.

Cora: [glances up and nods a bit] Yeah. He brought us pizza.

Peter: I guess that's better than the burger I grabbed on the way back.

Cora: Sorry. I'll probably eat it later?

Peter: I know you will. [goes to kiss her forehead] Melissa is going to stay for a while. You should go home and sleep.

Cora: Okay. [she sighs as she shifts off the bed gently so as not to disturb Scott, still looking far more pensive than she should be]

Peter: [and he will guide her back to the car before asking] What's going on in your head, sweetheart?

Cora: [she looks up at him for a moment, before leaning back in her seat with a sigh] Scott wants me to turn him.

Peter: [blinks] He.... well, that would solve his asthma.

Cora: Yeah. That's why he wants to do it. Alternatively, it could also kill him

Peter: True. But we all take risks in life. Stiles is going to the military and there's no saying if we will go to war in those years. Sometimes the risk is worth the gain.

Cora: Maybe. [sighs] I don't know if I can live with myself if it's the loss though.

Peter: The chance of the bite being rejected is only twenty percent at most. You just will want to wait until he is recovered so he will be at his best strength to handle the changes.

Cora: That's what I said. That we'd talk about it when he got home.

Peter: Then don't fret over it until then.

Cora: Okay.

Peter: [and they will get home and it will be quiet]

Cora: [she'll curl up in her room and maybe do homework, whatever little they have left, to try and get her mind off things]