"STILES!"

The woman in question dropped the plate she was washing, causing it to shatter on the floor. Stiles bolted out the back door to see where the fire was. But there was no fire.

Just Lydia, on the ground, holding her knee, sobbing.

The other pups had surrounded her trying to soothe their sister, also effectively blocking Stiles complete view of the crying girl.

"What happened?" Stiles asked, walking over quickly.

"I-I-I tripped and-and-and gotta sliver. It-it hur-hur-hur-hurts!" Lydia wailed and hiccuped, then continued crying loudly.

Stiles relaxed slightly. Just a splinter, no limbs had been ripped off. She told her racing heart. She gently moved Scott and Erica aside so she could kneel in front of the strawberry blonde and access the damage: The scrape wasn't to bad, but in the center of it was what all the fuss was about. A tiny little splinter of wood. She hummed. "Scott, I need you to go get me a pair of tweezers, a washcloth- wet it with warm water, some neosporin, and a bandage, please." Stiles said.

"Pi-pink, please." Lydia whimpered. "Not orange. It wont go with my outfit."

Stiles had to suppress a grin. The fact that Lydia was still concerned about her clothing meant the situation wasn't as dire as it had seemed a few minutes ago.

Scott nodded and soon returned with Stiles requested items.

"What are you going to do?" Allison asked, rubbing her hands along Lydia's arms trying to soothe her. It wasn't working.

"I'm going to pull the sliver out and clean up the scrape so it doesn't get infected."

"WHAT!" Lydia screamed, eyes widening in absolute terror.

Stiles rubbed her ear. That girl had a set of lungs.

"It'll be okay." Allison cooed, but Lydia wouldn't stop panicking.

The young fashionista was three shakes of a lambs tail away from having a full blown panic attack. And if anyone knew how horrible those were, it was Stiles.

"Now Lydia." Stiles said, reaching out and rubbing the back of the banshee's neck comfortingly. "It doesn't hurt. I swear." She said. And Stiles wasn't lying, the sliver was barely under the first layer of skin.

Lydia gulped. "Can I close my eyes?" She asked nervously.

"Of course." Stiles said, squeezing her leg.

Lydia nodded and squeezed her eyes shut tightly.

"Okay." Stiles said, picking up the tweezers. "One."

Lydia whimpered.

"Two." Stiles leaned forward and plucked the sliver from Lydia knee. The girl didn't even flinch. "Three." She said, reaching for the washcloth.

Lydia let out the loudest and longest scream Stiles had ever heard, making her drop the washcloth in shock. She had to cover her ears because it was so piercing. She could only imagine what it felt like for the pups with their super hearing and what not.

"Lydia." Jackson said, scoffing. "It was out before Stiles got to three. What are you screaming for?"

Lydia flushed brightly, staining her cheeks with red. "Oh.."

The pups burst out laughing.

Stiles gently cleaned the wound with the washcloth, then added the neosporin and the bandage. "All done." She said before leaning down and dropping a kiss on the pink band-aid.

Lydia grinned and wrapped her arms around Stiles neck. "Thanks Mom."

Stiles beamed. "Go play." She said standing up. "I have to go pick up glass."

A/N: Here it is. Sorry for the wait. Please don't kill me. xo Sassy.