The Visioning.

CPOV

I layed my head against Derek's Shoulder trying to find comfort on this terrible road trip. I had never been this car sick my entire life. My throat ached, my stomach hurt, I felt like I was going to throw up and I was really sweaty.

Derek gently wiped the hair off my forehead one handedly and tied it into a pony out of my face. It was most likely extremely messy but I was just glad the sticky strands were out of my eyes.

Aunt Lauren sounded from the front seat, "How is she doing Simon?" Asking him because every time she asked I muffled a 'I'm fine.'

"She really isn't doing well at all" he said worryingly, Derek grunted in agreement.

"Chloe do you want us to stop for a place to eat or something?" Aunt Lauren asked.

I drowned her out along with Tori and Kit. Only Simon and Derek were nice enough not to talk to me. Eventually I was able to fall into a dreamless nap.

Bu-Bump!

I woke up startled, desperately needing something to eat. So thats what I mumbled.

"Um... needp... eaf." or so I thought.

"What is she snoring about now?" Came Tori's sassy voice.

"She said she need something to eat." Derek snapped. Thank God for his super hearing. Kit pulled over in the nearest exit and then into a 7-11, picking me up a raspberry slushy, sprite, Tylenol and crackers. Then he pulled into a McDonald for everyone else/

I silently sipped m slushy trying to keep this in my stomach. As everyone piled out of the car I noticed one person hadn't moved. I lifted my head off his shoulder.

"Go." I croaked. I got a grunt for an answer.

"Derek sweetie? You go inside, I'll look after Chloe." Aunt Lauren.

"No. Its okay I..."

"Don't argue. I know your starving. We cant have you getting sick also."

"But.."

"Go." Reluctantly he slid out of the truck.

"Thats a stubborn one you got there. Never gonna leave your side."

If my cheeks weren't already red I might have blushed. I layed myself out along the backseat. Aunt Lauren hummed a song, as soon as she was about to hum another one the truck opened.

"My dad ordered you some food, I've finished, so I'll trade places."

"But you..."

"Ate 3 double doubles, 2sets of fries and a coke?"

"Oh okay u win." Aunt Lauren climbed out and headed to the door.

Derek opened the back door. I moved to get up.

"Don't move." he slipped his hands under my back and placed my head in his lap. I looked up to see his eyes but he was facing the window. I sipped my slushy but before I know it it was gone, but now I was freezing.

Derek must have felt me shiver because he slipped off his sweatshirt and tucked it in around me. His hand brushed my cheek.

"Your cold." it was more of a statement then question. I nodded, "Freezing."

He placed his hand on my forehead, the warmth felt good. "You have a fever."

"what?"

"Your face is burning up."

Explained why I was shivering and sweating. Derek reached his arm to the front of the truck. Out he pulled the Sprite and Tylenol. He gave me two pills and the Sprite, I gulped them down.

"How... how much longer?"

"An hour."

"C-can I s-sleep?"

"Yeah, sit up though they are coming back."

I slowly sat up, I pulled Derek's hoody over my heard, buckled up and curled into his side. I dug my head between his shoulder and the backseat. It actually didn't smell the best but it was comfortable, safe, and warm.

I looked up slightly, just enough to see one emerald eye peek at me from behind black bangs.

"Sleep." He mouthed, pulled up the hood covering my eyes. I thought I might have whispered something as I drifted into sleep but I could hear myself as everyone gathered back into the car.