"You damn well better." She held his hand while she talked to someone on the phone to arrange transportation for him. She'd have him taken to the clinic rather than the hospital because she knew he would get better care at the clinic, especially if Carson was working.
Ending the call, she took time to slide her phone back into her pocket. She'd contact Stilinski's son as soon as she got him settled. There was nothing Stiles could do now, or out here in the alley anyway. Stilinski needed to get to the clinic as soon as possible. Maggie wished she could take him herself, but he didn't look capable of walking, and she sure as hell couldn't carry him.
"John. Look at me. Stay with me. You're going to get through this."