Clairsentience ➳ Derek Hale/Teen Wolf [2]

1. scars

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any parts of Teen Wolf or its plot or characters. I do not own Derek Hale. However I do own Skylar McCall and some of the things that come along with her plot (Like Harv & Kelly's, etc.).

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     It's been twenty-four hours since my body started rejecting Peter's bite, and since then, I've only progressively gotten worse. None of my wounds have healed, which is enough pain in itself, but now they've all begun to ooze black goo rather than blood—the same black goo that I've been choking and vomiting up whenever I try to eat or drink. I'm so dehydrated that my muscles cramp whenever I stretch and my lips are so chapped I'm scared they're going to start cracking. My body is always either in cold sweats or high fevers. I can hardly even stay conscious; I sleep for most of the day.

When I am awake, I'm reminded how lucky I am to have Derek at my side. He's been the biggest help to me, catering to my every need. Changing my bandages, trying to help me keep water down, holding my hair back for me while I heave. He's staying so strong through all of this, keeping a brave face for me although we both know what's coming.

I'm dying.

Whatever Peter thought would happen when he bit me, obviously isn't happening. Maybe it could've, but it's not. Once people start rejecting the bite. . . It's rare to see a turn around, to say the least.

I've been putting off telling everyone what's happening—possibly a stupid decision on my part. My mom is going to be so torn, but I know Scott will keep her on her feet and help her through this. She's the person I want to tell most, but I truly can't. I have no way of explaining what is going on with me without exposing the entire supernatural world to her, and even if I did, how could I ask her to process that and that her daughter is dying, all at once? It's too much for one person to handle. I know my mom too well, and I know she'll deny the truth and bring me to the hospital where they will produce no answers and I will spend my last hours being poked and prodded for testing.

Scott and Stiles don't know either. Last night, Derek sensed that Scott came around, but he didn't even come inside the house. He must've sensed Derek and left. I know he's furious with me for forgiving him for what he did, but the truth is, I wasn't mad in the first place. Things happen a certain way for a reason. Even if Scott took the cure, our lives never would've went back to the way they were before. As for Stiles, his heart is currently broken for Lydia, and I can't break it even more. She's okay, as of now, but she's been in and out of consciousness. We still aren't sure she's going to be okay, which has freaked Stiles out so much that he's been camped out in the hospital waiting room for the last two nights.

Derek wakes me up that night to change my bandages again, peeling the blankets away from my sweaty frame. He almost looks like he's in just as rough of shape as I am. He has hardly slept the last day and a half. The man has already been through so much, experienced so much loss. . . I know he's beating himself up right now. Asking himself, if I had let her kill Peter, instead of taking him for myself, would the effects of the bite have been reversed? Would she be happy and healthy and human right now? It's a question that's been on my mind as well—simply out of curiosity.