"Let's go to yours, you can open the door directly to a place with clothes."

He opens the door, and now the two of them can dress the part. 

"Anything else before we go?"

"I don't think so. Let's go."

Stiles holds the flashlight, and picks a hallway to step into.

"This should be just outside the operating room. Good luck."

Knife in hand, Scott watches as the flashlight beams onto the wall.

"We just step through it?"

The adult pretends to be reasonable and deflects suspicion, keeping anyone from coming into the hallway.

"Yes," he says, and demonstrates by going right through the wall, umbrella in hand.

Scott follows.

The supervising doctor starts at the sudden intrusion.

"You can't be in here," he offers as a token protest.

He scrunches his eyebrows. "But Dr. Abner said I was supposed to watch."

"I suppose you're right. I wouldn't stop a young person from expressing interest in medicine," he says, over the body.

"It might hurt a little," he says, gripping the knife tightly.

"Do it," he whispers.

He stabs Kaede's mother in the arm.

The gunshot wound knits itself up, as if by magic. 

He crumples, the knife slipping from his hand.

And before the doctors can figure out what the hell just happened he grabs the knife and goes through the wall again.

"What happened? Did it work?" 

"Do you want to leave now, or wait in a quiet corner?" 

"He's just been shot the doctors can deal with my mom suddenly getting better he needs to get medical attention right now."

"I'll make sure it gets handled. You boys go. And leave the umbrella."

"Okay." Pause. "...go where? My mom's fixed. He needs help. I don't—have anything else to do—"

"They have waiting rooms, if you want to stay."

Stiles pockets the flashlight.

"Yeah." He looks at Stiles. "Should we get your dad?"