Dolonia

Daniella Benton 13: Doctor's Orders (pt.2)

It takes me less time to change into the clothes than I expected. I fold my other clothes and lay them in a neat pile by the bed. I pull back the comforter and sheets, and slide under them, then lay back against some of the many pillows he has.

I sigh lightly, relaxing my muscles and bones. I still don't feel tired mentally, but I know my body could use some sleep. I hear a soft knock on the door, but stay silent. It's so quiet that I feel like I can't break the peace it brings.

Seb cracks the door, checking that I'm decent, then opens it, revealing himself standing in his new outfit, minus his jewelry and combat boots. He walks to the other side of the bed. "Ella, I don't mind sleeping on the couch."

I lightly pat the bed which earns a scoff, but he gets under the sheets regardless. "Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah. I just wish I felt tired. I know I need rest, but my mind won't shut off."

His eyebrows raise in acknowledgment, like he knows the feeling. "You've had a rough day. A lot has happened."

I nod at his words. He's right. A lot more than I could have expected to happen today, happened.

"You should try doing a brain-dump." He shrugs.

My eyebrows furrow. "A what?"

"It's when you get everything that's on your mind, off of your mind. You write it down or say it out loud. It fills up space outside of your brain, and your mind stops going so fast. It helps sometimes." He adjusts the sheets as he talks. "It's worth a shot if you're feeling up to it."

I grin lightly. "Do you do it?"

"Yeah."

"Often?"

He chuckles. "If I'm stressed, or if I had a stressful day, yeah." He sits up some, and turns toward me. "Do you want to give it a try, and then I'll do one?"

I would love to get a chance to glance in Sebastian's mind. He keeps a lot of things to himself, but I've always secretly wished he would feel comfortable enough with me to be a little more open. He's only partially opened up to me once, and he was pretty vague about all of it. It was enough to get something off of his chest, without me knowing much about the situation as a whole.

It could help Seb sleep, and if it helps me sleep it's a win win. It doesn't seem like there's any reason why I shouldn't do it. It can only help. The only problem is I don't know where to start there's so many thoughts running through my brain. I feel like I can't pick one. Before I can focus on any one, another takes its place.

"How do I?" I chuckle lightly, trying to think. "Where do I start? Do I just go, like... anywhere-"

Sebastian's smile widens as I speak. "Just go!" He cuts me off. "Go, go, go! Start anywhere!" He says enthusiastically.

"Uhhh... okay! Okay!" I say over him between laughs. "So... I didn't eat yesterday, that was a mistake. I know that now. That chicken noodle soup was delicious. It was really good."

Sebastian nods approvingly, and waves his hand for me to keep going.

"I was in a lot of pain. I'm better... kind of. Jackson asked that thing, though. I know he was just making conversation, but now it brought back some things." I sigh lightly, and notice Seb's enthusiasm has died down, and he's listening carefully. "I don't like that. I got to see you, and that made me happy. We had an argument? I don't know what to call it. It was weird, I was mean, and I can't stand myself for that, but I'm happy we're good again."