Chapter Eighty-Seven: Healing - Gabriella

I place a glamour over my eyes just as Jartre taught me, allowing people to see my eyes as they once were and not as they are now. I figure this will make it a little easier to take in my new appearance. I wait until Wyatt steps out, then let myself into Derrick’s hospital room. I walk over to the bed and look down at my best friend, his hair damp with sweat and his face pale. He doesn’t deserve this, and I feel like a bad friend for not being there more for him lately because of all this supernatural drama.

I quietly pull up a chair and sit down, reaching out and holding his hand between mine. Derrick slowly opens his eyes and looks over at me, first his brows furrow in confusion, but soon his eyes widen in disbelief as he looks me over.

“Ella?”

“Hey, you,” I say softly.

“What…Is that a wig?” he asks in confusion.

“Uh no.” I grab a strand of hair between my fingers and look down at it scornfully. “This is my real hair.”

“You hate the colour green.”

“Oh, I still hate the colour green,