Another Stilinski ∆ bt

14

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[14/Vomiting is one of my favorite pass times]

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Desira woke up sore and she didn't remember much from the night before. The last vague memory she had was being in Brett's car. She grumbled and stood up, stretching in the process. Desira quickly changed her clothes and walked downstairs to find Uncle Noah in the kitchen.

"'Morning, Uncle Noah," Desira said with a yawn.

"Good morning, Desira. You're up fairly early."

Desira looked at the clock to see that it was indeed 6am. She made a grumbling noise in response and sat down. Desira's body was very stiff and she certainly did not feel like standing. Uncle Noah stood, finished with his coffee, and pushed his chair in.

"I'm off to work, I'll see you kids later tonight. Don't do anything stupid please."

Desira smiled lazily at her uncle and nodded her head, "I'll keep Stiles out of trouble."

Uncle Noah gave a soft laugh and left the home. It didn't take long for Stiles to come down after his father had left. When he walked into the kitchen he didn't notice Desira and walked towards the fridge rubbing his shoulder.

"What's wrong with your shoulder?" Desira asked, scaring Stiles in the process.

"Jesus Christ, Desira! Say something sooner before you give me a heart attack."

"Sorry, but what's wrong? You don't look too great and you're rubbing your shoulder."

"It's nothing."

Desira saw images flashing in her elder cousins mind but they were too quick for her to grab at.

"I know when you're lying, Stiles. And it doesn't help that I can read your mind. Please, you know you can trust me with anything."

Stiles stayed silent for a second, leaving Desira feeling uneasy. He looked at her with his wide eyes full of regret and sadness. Instead of saying anything, he let the memories he was replaying ever since it happened play to share with Desira in her mind. After a few moments, Desira stood and grabbed her cousin in a tight hug.

"Stiles, you didn't do anything wrong. Thank you for staying alive."

"Scott can't know. He'll hate me. I can't lose my best friend," Stiles said choking on tears.

Desira just held him tighter until Stiles returned the hug. They stood in the kitchen like that for a long while. Stiles had been through so much, more than anyone of the pack members could realize. She wasn't going to let him lose anyone else important to him.

"Alright, Stiles, I think you should stay home today. Get some rest. I'll tell everyone you're sick, they don't have to know anything else."

"It's okay. Thank you, Desira. I really mean it."

Desira perched her lips but she knew there was no arguing with Stiles when he'd made up his mind about something, much like herself. Instead she walked back up to her room and sat down on the bed for a bit. It was a day off for Desira so there weren't any plans for her except to possibly practice her powers with Deaton. Or she could not do anything until the pack met up later in the evening to read The Dread Doctors book together.

Desira picked up her phone and dialed Deaton at the clinic. She didn't get a response. A little bit of disappointment settled in Desira's chest. She had really wanted to work more on her powers. She stared aimlessly at her ceiling until her phone pinged with a text message. Desira quickly opened the message and found herself a little caught off guard.