Dear Rabbit

Chapter 21

Apologises for the long wait! I can't guarantee regular uploads for Dear Rabbit at the moment mainly due to the fact i'm ridiculously busy and therefore don't know when i'll have time to write and when I won't, but do know that i'm always trying my best to write and to write to a good standard so that when chapters do come out they're enjoyable for everyone! Once again sorry for the long wait and thank you for sticking with me :) <3

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The day was going incredibly slowly by the time I got to work at the Station after school. Why was it going so slowly you ask? I wasn't feeling exactly great; my head had been banging for the majority of the day and it felt like King Kong was jumping around in there, my nose was stuffy and I felt clammy and feverish. That being said, I wasn't going to admit that I felt as bad as I did. I had a job and school, commitments that I couldn't just shove to the side and ignore. So I took some painkillers and kept any moaning and groaning to myself.

I was filing some documents for deliveries when Mr. Stilinski sidled up to my desk, coffee in hand, "Hey, Kiddo, are you coming round for dinner tonight?"

"What?" I looked up at him blinking slowly. Dinner? Tonight? I wasn't sure if the confusion was just because of my hazy mind or because I genuinely had no clue. Perhaps it was a little bit of both, I'd had trouble taking notes let alone answering questions today in class. It was nightmare. Curse whoever gave me their bug. Asshole.

"It's your cooking night...are you feeling alright?" The Sheriff raises and eyebrow before they furrowed the way the Stilinski men always seemed to do when they were concerned or worried. I wonder if it's genetic or merely an upbringing thing.

I raised a hand to my forehead rubbing the skin there soothingly before looking up at him over my glasses. "I'm fine, sorry...I'm just tired is all. But, yeah, sure I'm still coming round," I said, faking a smile, despite the fact I had no real desire to go tonight. As much as I loved dinner with the Stilinskis I just wanted to go home, curl up in a ball under my covers, and sleep off whatever evil plague I'd caught from someone. Maybe it was Stacy in history; she looked rather peaky the other day...or maybe Brett who quite literally ran into me a few days back in the corridors on his way to the nurse...whoever it was could burn in the fiery depths of hell.

"Alright, just let me know if you need to go home...you sure you're just tired?" The concern was heart-warming but it made me feel worse for lying in the first place and not admitting that I was contagious. I was a walking epidemic waiting to happen.

"I'm sure. I'm fine, Sheriff honestly!" I said while sniffling into a tissue, my hand waving the Sheriff off. I was relieved when he finally left and I could collapse back into my chair, eyes closed, and breathing heavy. Whoever had given me this sickness was dead and for once I wasn't joking. It was the sort of sickness where you feel sore all over and like you have no energy at the same time as you refuse to just sit around doing nothing when perhaps really you should have been lazing about.

The next few hours of work was almost as painful as the whole day at school. What little work I got done wasn't exactly stellar and I was just glad that my work wasn't something vital and overly important. Can you imagine if I was a doctor or something? Someone would die...I was so out of it I doubt I could even write a medical report let alone actually aid someone. Good thing I wasn't a doctor then...

The Sheriff had actually left before me. Normally, he'd be stuck in the station till way past midnight, but everyone had convinced him to take off at five and I wasn't done until six. The station was always quiet later in the evenings, most of the deputies kept to themselves. Not that I minded-today I wasn't exactly feeling up to polite conversation with strangers. Although I had missed the Sheriff checking up on me, it was nice to have that sort of care from people, I'd had it a lot from well...from everyone I knew really. It was just nice. It was nice to be close to people and know that they did care and that you could let yourself care, perhaps even too much. Not that I'd ever really been able to not care about people.