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Sick, Part 2

Whitty's POV:

This did not feel good. And I didn't like being sick either. Watching Y/n fight with a demon scared me. I yelled and yelled at them to stop until I started coughing again. That triggered Y/n. She jumped over to me and made sure I was ok. 

 "I'm ok, but you haven't been in a good mood since you called him. You need to *cough* chill."

 " I'm sorry, I just will never forgive him for how he treats you. "

 "You need to let go, take it from me."

 " Ok. But don't think for a second that that means that I like him. "

She slapped him -on the face- and stormed out of the room. 

 "Whitty, I think we need to go," said Carol.

 " That's ok. "

After they all left, I got out of bed, very dizzy, and slowly walked up to Y/n's room.

 "Go away." 

 " That's not very nice. "

 "I'm not in the mood for jokes, Whitty. Go to bed.  I'm sleeping in here tonight."

 I went back to bed.

Y/n's POV:

Stupid Daddy Dearest. Stupid curse. Stupid getting sick. Why doesn't Whitty realize that I'm really mad?! Nobody should be treated that way, demon, bomb, or human. I slammed the pillow. Why does all this have to happen to Whitty and I?

I heard a knock at the door. Part of me hoped it was Whitty, even though I had told him to go back to bed. "Whitty?"

The door opened. It wasn't Whitty, it was my mom. She was giving me my pillow from downstairs . "Where you hoping it was Whitty?"

" Yeah. "

"It's getting late, go to sleep."

She left, and there was another knock at the door. " Mom? "

Whitty came in, using the wall for support. "I'm sorry."

" Its my fault, Whits. I was the one who got mad. "

"But I shouldn't have yelled. I get that you were worried about me."

 " You wouldn't have needed to yell if I hadn't gotten mad. "

 "It's ok, they're gone now. I'm just sad that we won't get to go on the date because I'm sick."

 " We can go another time. "

" Ok. "

I don't want to miss out, but I guess I have to. As long as Whitty is ok.