@canonanduncanny [cont. from here!]
The glare that is given to Stiles isn’t anything new. He’d become used to Derek and his glaring eyes, his annoyed expression or angry face. Still, Stiles wasn’t going to stop nagging him to take care of himself because obviously, the wolf wasn’t doing too well.
Once he spoke up, Stiles’ mind flooded with ideas in which he could help. Derek looked pale as a sheet of paper, the color of his skin completely gone. Mieczyslaw could see the tired clinging to his eyes, as if they’d shut soon. And, the brunette knew there’d be no way he could carry Derek on his own accord to the shower. Sealing some of the space between them, as he stepped closer to the wolf, he could put the back of his palm to the grumpy guy’s forehead. He was so feverish Stiles worried if they couldn’t reduce it quickly, he’d have to go to the hospital.
Putting both hands on Derek’s sturdy shoulders, he squeezed them gently and began guiding him towards the bathroom, “This way, Big Guy.” Once in the restroom, he hastily grasped the knob of the shower and twisted it, watching the water pour from the spout of the tub. Stiles used the lever to turn on the shower head, spinning to face Derek promptly. “You’re gonna have to lose this.” He reached out and tugged on the leather jacket the wolf was wearing.
