Yeah this sucks... I'm so sorry it took so long, I could really use some ideas... anyway hope you enjoy
I feel numb towards the heat. My body laymotionless asthe flames desperately lappedat my flesh, but I don't feel it. Everything feels almost serene.
But that only lasts for a moment. Suddenly my body convulses and my eyes fly open. Cold. That's all I feel. Ice is leaking into my bones. I'm gasping for breath as my lungs burn.
"Stiles! It's okay! Shh it's okay!" I slowly shirt my eyes over to see Lydia. Her skin pale, her eyes wide. It's at this moment I take notice of the icy water around me.
"W-why 'm I w-wet?" I mumble my teeth chattering.
"Your fever was too high, we had to lower it quickly before it killed your brain." I can see her trying hard to keep her voice steady. To remain calm.
"S-smart." I say, deadpanning. I look up to her. Her eyes are filled with horror and sorrow. "P-please, t-tell me wh-what happened?" I stutter out.
"It all happened so quickly- after you passed out, Kira did as well and Scott started." She paused her breath hitching. "Blood j-just kept dripping from his lips." Horror flashed in her wide eyes.
"Okay okay- shh it's okay." I say softly. She closes her eyes and her lips quiver.
"Stiles! You're awake." A voice suddenly breaks the silence. I jump, looking over to the source.
"Derek." I croak. "What's going on?" My voice sounds hoarse.
"It's not good." He replies simply. I roll my eyes, but groan when my head spins.
"Well obviously, but what exactly?" My voice croaks. He looks at me for a moment, then closes his eyes.
"It's- um." He pauses as sways slightly.
"Derek?" Lydia says softly. The usually kissed look on his face melts into something similar to a small child.
"It's a strain of flu." He says slowly, his face pale.
"Derek you don't look so good." I say, he remains silent, his eyes sliding open.
Suddenly his body lurches towards the sink, and Lydia jumps back in shock. Before I could evenreact vomit dribbled from his mouth. His muscular back shook as he heaved relentlessly into the porcelain sink.
"Oh god." Lydia murmurs tears steaming down her cheeks. Groggily I look at Derek as he heaved over and over again. After what felt like eternity I manage to stand up from the icy water. My body began to ache as I left the water.
"Derek? You think you'd be alright to go lay down?" Lydia asks softly. He shakes his head and slowly turns around. He collapses near the toilet.
"I'm going to stay here for a while." He mutters, looking grumpy. She nods and take a hold of me, trying to keep me standing.
"Let's get you changed." I nod.
That's when I hear a screech. "Kira,oh god! Help! Hurry! She won't wake up!" Before I even realize it, I'm falling yet again. One final thought on my mind- what the hell are we going to do?