They continue to read fairly quietly.

Dr. Deaton works quietly around them, and handles the new patient that arrives fairly quickly.

Scott reads faster than the others; he's at least halfway when he loses his grip on his packet and starts gasping for air.

"...Scott?"

"He's found his memories."

"Okay, but is he also having a panic attack? An asthma attack? Is he going to die?"

"Hey, it's not her fault, obviously he's remembering what they did to him."

"If what happened to him was sufficiently stressful, it's possible the memory could trigger some other condition."

He stands from his seat, moving towards Scott.

"Hey, are you still-"

"Don't touch him."

He stands. 

"If it's an asthma attack and it doesn't stop, we're in trouble. He hasn't carried an inhaler in a year. Is there magic for this?"

"I can ease his breathing, but that won't stop the attack. It might give us more time, delay long enough to get him an inhaler, but I'm not sure there is one close enough."

"Ellie, can you move air into his lungs? Without hurting him?"

"Tricky. I have no explicit medical training. Where is the nearest inhaler?"

"There should be one at the nearest doctor's office. I can describe the location, the distance, whatever you need."

Malia leans down in front of Scott, who is now sitting on the floor, leaning back against the wall.

"Scott, snap out of it. Whatever you're remembering is over, it's not happening now. You're fine. You don't have asthma so stop having a magic asthma attack, it's embarrassing."

"Distance and direction, and describe the building."

He does. 

"Malia, if it's not an asthma attack that's not helping. Scott, listen to me. Just focus on the sound of my voice. Your friend Stiles, here in the clinic- I can't believe you're still working here, by the way. I mean, okay, you like helping the witty-bitty animals, but isn't it annoying cleaning up after them? And what about pediatrics, shouldn't you be volunteering in a hospital, building your rep? Also werewolf stuff, that's kind of a time-consuming hobby. Maybe you should think about switching things up."

Ellie is out the door and at the doctor's office in less than ten seconds.

The doctor is there!

And somewhat surprised to see her.

"I-what?"

"I need an inhaler. Quickly."

It takes him about thirty seconds to find one.

He looks like he's about to ask a question, but he tosses it to her.

She plucks it out of the air just after it leaves his hand, and accelerates back with it.

She returns to Deaton's office.

The situation has not improved.

He takes the inhaler, and administers it.

His breathing remains hitched, but he takes the inhaler himself after a minute.

"Thanks," he manages.

"What did you see?"