"Supposedly, the glass eye can maim and heal. The knife transfers injuries from one target to another. I have the location of the glass eye, and I think I know who has the knife, but the former is...hard to reach." 

"Who? Why is it hard to reach? I'm calling in my favor, I'll even pay you on top of that, just save my mom."

"There were a group of people who hoarded objects. It's in a vault that I think even the key can't breach, and I don't have a good read on the location. If you can find someone who's willing to take your mom's injuries, the knife works." 

He prints out a piece of paper. 

It has a name, a picture of the inside of a hospital, and a young man's face. 

"Scott Preston, he's had the thing for about a year now. It's not popular enough that anyone tried to take it since he killed the last owner. At this time of day, you can find him somewhere in that hospital. Good luck." 

He takes the piece of paper. Killed the last owner...

"Find me whatever information you can about this vault, please. And—thank you. This means a lot."

Nod. 

"I owe you, but it's not just about debts, it's about respect. I hope I can see you and your mother here again. Good luck." 

Back through the door. "I got a bead on the knife. Some guy named Scott has it," he tells Stiles.

"So, do we...pay him? Ask nicely? Fight him for it? Should we pick up my dad first, or does it slow us down too much?" 

He stands. 

"I don't know how damaged my mom was, but—let's go fast, I don't know, ask him nicely, it makes him draw injuries to himself maybe he's masochistic or suicidal or something—"

"We can hope. Lead the way." 

So Kaede wants to open a door—a broom closet, if possible—in that hospital.

There's a hospital, much like the one his mother is waiting in.

Doctors and nurses are walking around, fairly sedately. Not like the ones he saw before, tending to a gunshot wound.

He doesn't see any knives.

He finds a non-busy nurse. "Excuse me, is there a Scott here?"

"I'm sorry, who wants to know?"

"Um. My name's Kaede."

"Are you okay? How urgent is this? Scott never mentioned a Kaede."

"I'm—very not okay, it is very urgent, he, um." Pause. "I'm not sure how much I should tell you."

"I'm his mother, and the only medical professional between us, but I might as well take you to him."

She leads him down the hallway, pausing just outside a patient room.

"Try not to do anything reckless."

"I will."

She leads him inside.

There's a patient on the bed. The injuries seem severe, likely some kind of crash.

Sitting next to the bed is a man about Kaede's age, who looks up in surprise.

"Mom?"

"He needs help." 

He stands, and Kaede can see his hand is wrapped tightly around a small knife.

"What do you need?" 

"I—" He pauses, and looks at the knife. "Do you—not die?"

"It's not exactly one-for-one, as long as it's just an injury it can go anywhere. Diseases I can't shift around like that. He has a lot of damage, so I've been taking a little bit at a time. What do you need?"

He looks down at his feet. "I—my mom. She's been shot—"