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Melissa learned to hate the full moon long before she got tangled up in the supernatural community. She would venture to guess that the full orange orb in the sky causes her more anxiety than Scott.
All he has to do is keep himself and his pack from going on a murderous rampage.
She has to contend with the ER.
It's filled with every kind of emergency she's ever imagined before Alan shows up with a half-dead werewolf.
"I do not have time," Melissa hisses, wiping sweat from her face, "with whatever that is."
She has two heart attack patients and a broken EKG machine, two nurses who can't make it for various reasons, a young man convinced his grandfather is having a stroke, an old man with half of his hand cut off, and any number of any other problems.
Alan shrugs apologetically.
Melissa glances around, "there's a bed in the back with my less traditional ingredients. I'll be there when I can." She pushes the key card into Alan's hand and returns to the next patient in the room.
"Was that one of ours?" David asks the instant they have two seconds alone together, a few hours later.
"I didn't see who it was," Melissa admits, "but it wasn't one of ours."
David's shoulders sag in relief. She puts a hand on his shoulder. "Scott is keeping Liam safe. We have nothing to worry about."
David nods. "Right, yeah. Okay, well, we've got a few left to see, but we can probably do without you for a few minutes."
Melissa realizes that it's almost quiet and that it's almost morning.
She nods and makes her way to the room she's made into something of an emergency supernatural healing center.
Alan sits slumped in the chair beside the cot. He's holding the figure's hand, and recognition hits her like a freight train.
"I especially," Melissa punctuates each word angrily, "don't have time for him."
The last time Melissa had seen Deucalion, he'd terrorized and allowed her to be kidnapped to antagonize her son.
Alan nods. "He will heal on his own, given time and a safe space. I had hoped you would help hasten the process. But I understand if you can't."
Melissa sighs. Deucalion is pale, covered in blood, clothes torn where he'd been attacked.
"Why?"
"We were friends once. And he was attacked keeping a group of Scott's pack safe."
Melissa stiffens.
Alan waves a hand. "He dispatched the threat. He was just hurt in the process."
Melissa unlocks her cabinets and thrusts a few items into Alan's hands. "I assume these are why you didn't just take him to the clinic."
Alan nods, too grateful. Melissa softens. "He can stay, for now."
"Thank you."
"Yeah, well, see that you stay with him because you sir, are a useful set of hands, and if we have another spike I am not above recruiting you to help."
Alan smiles. "Duly noted."