candlevelocity replied to your post: So the internet here at my mom’s is sketch at best…
Anything where Scott is the one being taken care of, for once
“This is so unfair,” he grouches, the words dissolving into a rough sounding cough that makes him wince. “I’m a werewolf, I can recover from a freaking bullet wound, how did I get the flu?”
Melissa pets his hair as she gets up to get another blanket from the hallway. “I don’t know honey, maybe it’s a different type of healing.”
He actually sticks his lower lip out at her as she tucks it around him and she can’t help but think of the period where that was his main trick to getting his own way. He’d never tried it when he was sick though and it’s far more effective.
“You want some soup baby?” she asks. “Or some jello?”
He shakes his head, one hand snaking out to pull her down.
“Can you just stay here, we can watch movies or something.”
“If you get me sick with your horrifying werewolf flu we will have a problem,” she tells him, already pulling out her cell phone to call off work. “So what do you want to watch?”