sicker then your average | s.s.

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There's school today, but clearly I'm not going. It's excused since I have my MRI appointment that I'm not so ecstatic about. "Cas! Let's go!" Derek's clearly still on edge about what he saw last night, but think about how I feel. My thought don't have even the slightest idea of where to go about the whole situation. All I know now is that Stiles and I both have MRI's today at the same time. Throwing on sweatpants and a sweatshirt over my undergarments I know I'll have to change into one of those uncomfortable hospital robes once I get there anyway. "Coming." I reply in a mumble as I grab onto my phone and earbuds once exiting my room, trailing slightly behind my brother outside.

Riding there I kept quiet with my earbuds in so I didn't have to talk to Derek. Anxiety building up in me not for my own health, but for Stiles. I'm not putting myself first anymore, I don't think getting this MRI is going to prove anything anyway other then the fact that Peter and Derek are both over reacting to the fact that they are clueless as to what I am. Fidgeting in my seat every now and then I try to take my mind off of the reality of things by looking at the scenery outside. This tactic however failed, as expected.

The almost thirty minute drive to the hospital comes to a stop as we roll into the parking lot and my eyes scan around seeing the Sheriff's car is already here. I'm guessing Stiles just came with him since I can't seem to find the Jeep anywhere. "Go sign yourself in, I'll meet you in there." Derek explains as he stops in front of the revolving hospital doors. Sighing I get out of the car and head inside the building to begin my day- Even thought it's already almost five pm.

The pale off white color seems to coat the hospital walls as I walk in straight towards the front desk.  The woman types quite violently into the computer as I approach not even paying the least bit of attention to me causing me to stand there impatiently glaring at her. Shouldn't she be greeting me or something by now? Iconically doing the Hale eye-roll I see a curly haired brunette walking towards the desk that I'm waiting for service at. She also gives a weird look at the rude secretary before introducing herself. Thank god. "Hi and sorry about that, What's your name?" She asks taking a seat behind the desk in front of another computer. About to introduce myself l'm cut short by another voice speaking up from behind me.

"Cassidy Hale." I hear turning my head to see Stiles' dad standing behind me. Giving him a small toothless smile he returns one as I turn back to the nurse that he seems to know. "This is Derek's sister?" She asks as I narrow my gaze a bit trying to figure out why my brother seems to be known by everyone is this town. It seems she fallows my confusion before explaining further. "I'm Scott's mom." She implies as my mouth forms a small 'o' form giving her a nod of understanding. Waiting patiently as she types whatever she needs about me into the computer system I mindlessly look around wondering what has gone on in the past in this hospital. I've heard of all the murders and events that have taken place here and it's hard to image why anyone would still come here to work.

Pulling something out from behind the desk she hands me a hospital gown and slippers. "Okay, fallow me." She concludes as I take the harsh, cheaply made material into my hands. Looking at the dress type gown for a few seconds I quickly snap out of it and go on with fallowing Scott's mom who's name tag reads 'Melissa'. Moving past a set of automatic doors into a less crowded separate waiting room I see Stiles in the same gown type uniform as I'll soon be in. "Cute dress." I say catching his attention as Sheriff and Melissa leave again saying something about a doctor coming in soon. "Very funny." He laughs a bit sarcastically as I go into the bathroom connected to the room to change myself.

"Cute dress." Stiles mimics as I exit the bathroom with my clothing in my hands. Narrowing my eyes at him I can't help holding back a small grin. "Thanks, it's Chanel." I go along pretending to show off the stereotypical, pale blue hospital gown. Hearing a small airy laugh escape his lips U take a seat next to him taking my phone out to text Derek and tell him where I'm located. Typing away on my phone my eyes avert over to Stiles' as he speaks up. "Are you nervous?" He questions me looking up a bit from his previous stare at his lap. Sighing a bit I sit up locking my phone after sending my brother the text. Thinking of an accurate response I rack my brain for the right play of words to describe the situation. "Anxious, but not a good anxious." I say mentally slapping myself for the confusing statement that had just spilt from my mouth. He nods lightly as our eyes avert into different directions shortly after, each of our minds probably thinking of the worst possible outcome. It's obvious no one's going to know what the hell is wrong with me even with this test done and that's what scares me most.