I laid across my bed, sick to my stomach. Derek told me stay home since he thought it was the flu.
I close my eyes for minute, then I hear him again.
"Wade, I told you to leave me the hell alone," I groan.
"Derek told me you weren't feeling good, so I just wanted to check on you," he says.
I look up at the Merc with a Mouth.
"Derek told you I was sick," I ask.
Wade nods, a grin forming behind his mask.
Admit to your boyfriend you're wrong, b-tch, my inner voice says.
I try to say something, but my throat hurt too much. Wade sits on the edge of my bed, concern in his body language.
"I'm sorry I yelled at you," I say, voice raspy.
Wade's arms wrapped around me, then he pulled me towards him. I curl up against Wade, feeling guilty about throwing things at him.
"Wade, I'm super sorry. I didn't mean to scream, it was the stress," I say, throat hurting more.
Wade smiles under his mask again, then he rests his chin on my head.
"You're forgiven, Angel," Wade says.
I curl into Wade's right side, sleep finally taking over.
I felt Wade place a strand of hair behind my right ear.
Gods how'd I find Wade?
