Sage ▸ Stiles Stilinski [Book One]

11.

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CHAPTER ELEVEN; 11 

        Sage smiled politely at the redhead, thanking her as she stepped into the hospital room. There was a definite temperature change, making her shudder as she pulled on the sleeves of her leather jacket; although, she could just be exaggerating and the shudder was actually from nerves. This was the last place she wanted to be, but she knew that if she didn't come to visit him, she would regret it.

        She cleared her throat when she saw the man sitting in the wheelchair, staring out at nothing. Sage had been meaning to visit earlier but she just never had a chance to with her interrogations from the police about Derek, her unexpected visit to the hospital because of Derek, and more importantly, she just didn't have a chance because Derek was apparently killing everyone in Beacon Hills.

        She assumed that was definitely a legitimate reason. 

        Sage walked over to the bed, and took a seat on it, trying to get comfortable as she felt a lump form in her throat. 

        She was finally able to fully inspect Peter, taking in all of the burns visible on the side of his face. She knew well enough that he wouldn't look the same as he did six years ago, from both age and the fire, she just wasn't expecting for the damage to be so severe. As selfish as it sounded, some part of Sage hoped that someone in her family made it out. Her dad, her mom, Luke, someone.

        If Peter made it out alive, someone else could have, right? 

        "Hey, Peter.  It's Sage. I don't know if you remember me much. I kind of ditched the dresses a while back," Sage muttered, pulling her feet up on the bed so she could get comfortable. He just continued to stare at her, eyes void of his surroundings. She knew it was useless to speak to him, almost like talking to a wall, but she needed to try. "So, Derek told me you managed to escape the fire just a few days ago and I decided to visit just to see how you were doing. Um, he's gotten himself into some trouble, and I don't know how to help." 

        She stared at Peter, hoping that maybe he would answer her or do something — whether that something be raising a finger or start screaming, she just wanted him to help her. He is only person with the knowledge about what happened in the fire, and more importantly, how she can control her abilities.

        Sage didn't even know what she was. She just knew she could do things that normal people can't.  Normal people don't take casual walks down the sideway then cower in pain when their friends fuck up and get themselves hurt. Normal people don't just randomly receive the same injuries as the people they grew up with. 

        Taking a deep breath, she rubbed her hands on her face. It was getting late and this conversation was going absolutely nowhere.

        "I know that you can't answer me. Hell, I'm basically talking to myself. I'm just scared, and I don't know who to trust anymore. Derek is being so secretive and it feels like we're not a team anymore, and this stupid boy is screwing with my head, and my abilities are seriously becoming a problem to my health. I'm starting to believe wrapping my friends up in bubble wrap is the best solution at this point. There's also an alpha running around chewing up bus drivers and nerdy, video store workers and I'm just going crazy."

        She shot her head over to the doorway when she heard a knock, and saw that Jennifer, Peter's nurse, was standing here looking flustered. "I'm sorry for interrupting, but visiting hours are over, Miss Connelly. You can visit tomorrow if you'd like."