Except that he won't. He'll never need it again and he'll never catch the common cold and he'll never need another band-aid for a paper cut ever. Scott bit his lip to keep himself from saying as much. Omission of truth was just as bad as lying, and he sucked on both counts. Worse still, he could see how frustrated it made his mom, but he was helpless to assuage her suspicions. All he could really do was duck around the issue and hope she gave up (but of course, this was his mother. He didn't expect her to let up that easy.)
His silence is long enough to speak for itself as he wracks his brain, trying to remember. He knew he got it back from Derek but - shit. "...upstairs. Somewhere."