"...yeah, thanks."

Door, Room, station.

"Stiles?"

"Hey. Um. Kaede, you'll be okay, right? Going back without me?"

"Yeah. I'll be fine. Be with your dad."

"Thank you. For everything."

He goes into his office, clinging to his son tightly. 

And Kaede returns to—

—where and how is Scott?

Scott is presumably receiving medical attention. 

Deaton is presumably checking up on him.

Yes but as they say, when you assume...

He goes look for Scott in the hospital his mother (?) works at.

The totally ordinary and vaguely familiar man who approaches him closes his umbrella.

"He's in 'serious but stable' condition. I don't think we have to worry. He was very...lucky...about where he was shot."

"...okay. How is his mother?"

"That, I don't know. She's been with him, and I didn't want to get too close. It seemed intrusive."

"Yeah, fair," he sighs. "I'm gonna go check on my mother. The doctors will probably call me if they want to talk to me and can't find me, but I should be there waiting."

"I'll keep an eye on things here. Go be with you mother."

So he goes be with his mother. Or, well, wait in a waiting room.

And eventually, the doctor approaches him with a gentle smile. It's almost reassuring, but it's clear that he wasn't hired for his bedside manner.

"Your mother is recovering quite quickly. I think we can all breathe a sigh of relief. The damage isn't as bad as we expected, and it seems that the bullet missed critical regions that we worried were affected. She'll have to stay under observation for a few days, but she'll be out and about in no time."

He breathes a sigh of relief and buries his face in his hands. "Thank you." He looks up, having finally let himself cry, and repeats, "Thank you. When—can I see her?"

"I'll tell you when she wakes up."

He pats him on the shoulder, and goes to do doctor things.

...so Kaede will wait, probably, and cry some more because this has been a harrowing day and he hasn't cried at all and he really really needs to.

It would seem so!

The doctor keeps him waiting all night. 

...okay so he'll sleep in this uncomfortable couch, then.

Nobody wakes him.

So he wakes of his own accord the next morning, fairly early, and looks around, blinking blearily.

A few nurses eye him nervously, but no one approaches him. 

...being eyed nervously by nurses is not nice. He goes to the bathroom—actually the Room then his place then back, to freshen up—and then waits some more.