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Stiles sneezed 3 times while waiting for the kettle to boil. He feels like death, not even dying, he’s already dead.
“Nope, you get back too bed” Derek clutched his shoulders and led him upstairs
“Noooo got to go to work” he slurred but didn’t have the energy to fight him.
Derek laid him down “I’ll call your dad and let him know, you cannot go to work like this”
“Derek…”
“Sleep” Derek whispered before kissing his forehead and running his fingers through his hair.
“Love you” Stiles says before drifting off to sleep
Derek smiles softly “Love you too”