Spy || Derek Hale
When the trouble trio went to look out for the dead body in the woods at night, Stiles gets caught from his father (Sheriff Stilinski) and gets driven off at home. Meanwhile, Hazel's brother was left without him and got caught by b...
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HAZEL WOKE UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT AS SHE WAS MAKING HER WAY TOWARDS DEREK'S BED QUIETLY.
After she was left to go from the hospital, Derek was the one to get her over at his. And at that moment, she was left in a long black shirt along with short, black leggings that reached her thighs with her straight her left open.
Hazel noticed that she still had her makeup on, which Derek didn't budge to smear off but it was whatever to her.
She sat down on his bed next to his sleeping body as she kept her eyes on him. Hazel knew something was up and noticed something wrong with him.
Trying her best to be careful, she reached her hands forward to his white tank shirt and dragged her eyes back and forth to him.
Lifting his shirt, Hazel saw the wound still bleeding and not healed ever since he was shot. Which was a couple days ago.
That's when hands grasped onto hers, making Hazel close her eyes in annoyance but also because she was caught.
"What are you doing?" Derek asked.
"Protecting my friend." Hazel mocked him.
"Hmm." Derek grinned at her.
"Why aren't you healing?" Hazel directly went to the point.
"Some wounds take longer." Derek said.
Hazel only stared at him. "And some leave scars. But not for people like you. So, what's going on?"
"Maybe I'm just tired." Derek changed the subject with that hilarious look on his face as he turned on his side to face his back to her.
"Derek. Show me your eyes."
"You just saw them." Hazel half smiled at his sarcasm in the middle of the night.
"Show me your real eyes."
He shifted on his back as he sighed once his expression got serious and looked into her eyes, letting Hazel check them out.
"Okay. Now, why don't you tell me what's really going on?" Hazel questioned.
Derek just sighed as he looked at her.
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Derek stood against the desk as Hazel was bandaging his wound. "It's just a graze. But make sure it doesn't get infected." Derek grabbed his shirt to put it back on while Hazel walked past him from behind. "That's probably something you've never had to worry about before, is it?" He tilted his head in answer and put his shirt over his head when Hazel had her hands pressed against the desk. "So, it's everything then? No glowing eyes, no healing."
