Vibrance ≈ Derek Hale

16 | IN WHICH SERA IS SICK

Sixteen - In Which Sera Is Sick

"I'm sick." Seraphina said blankly to her brother as he stood outside her door.

Seraphina felt terrible. She has never been sick, well there was this one time but that was different. Sushi and Sera don't sit well.

As soon as she had woken up she was hit with a headache, her nose was stuffy and her throat hurt really bad. Seraphina was sick.

She looked through an old book to see if she could magick it away, Googled home-remedies, and took some medicine but she wasn't feeling better.

Then was she was slowly starting to drift into sleep, Stiles! Yes, her own brother decided to torture her even more.

He started pounding on her door demanding her to open it and when she did the spaz spoken so fast she only made out the word werewolf. Shit.

"Sorry, okay back to what I was saying, can I come in?" Stiles hurriedly asked before shoving past Seraphina and sitting in her desk seat.

Seraphina stared at the open space in front of her for a moment before letting out a sigh and closing her door. She turned towards her brother and letting out a loud sigh. "What?"

She dragged her feet and sat on her bed.

"So you know how Scott and I went to go see that dead body?" Seraphina gave a small nod for him to continue. "He did see it and then he was chased by a wolf, a werewolf! Then it bit him, an-and now there is an evil werewolf leader after us because Scott is his beta an─"

"Stiles I don't have time for your games, I really am terribly sick and all I want to do is sleep." Seraphina lazily pointed a finger towards her door, "Please, just go."

Stiles' mouth was slightly open as he watched his usually lively sister. "Yeah, okay."

Stiles made his way to her bedroom door and turned around before she closed it. "You knew Kate Argent when you were in high school, right?"

"Yeah, her and her dad moved here during our sophmore year. Can you go away now?" Stiles gave a small little nod before exiting Seraphina's room.

Of course she knew Kate Argent, she tried to kill Derek not even three days ago.

Her eyes felt like sandpaper, mouth was like cotton and someone was trying to break into her room.

Normally, Seraphina would go investigate but no. She is going to lie in her bed and wait for the murderer to murder her.

A small snort casted through the room as the sound of footsteps entered her room.

"What are you doing Seraphina? I sent you a text ten minutes ago." Yay. Derek Hale to the rescue.

A nasty cough left Seraphina as her small middle finger rose towards Derek. "I can't go out, I'm sick."

"I don't have time for Mean Girls references. We have to go." Derek started to grab her blanket but was stopped by a pillow flying towards his face. "Seraphina!"

"I am actually sick, I'm not joking!"

Derek let out a sigh and made his way towards the slightly open window. "I'll be right back."

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I wrote this is a hurry, sorry!

xo's,

        mazzie