A Study in (Love)Sickness
“Dude, really, stop staring at me. Scott was my ride and he will leave me because only like forty percent of his brain actually functions the way it should and I love the guy but he will leave me if he even thinks he might miss his and Allison’s clandestine little date thing and—” he coughs again and it effectively cuts off his own diatribe.
“You’re sick,” Derek says.
Stiles throws his arms up in the air with something that can only be described as a full-body jerk and sputters, “Yeah—well—thanks, it’s called a cold. I’m leaving now.”
Word count: 6,655
Fic by convolutedConcussion