i can see you - a Sebastian Stan fan fiction

chapter 2

As they reached the front desk, Sebastian let the receptionist know what was going on and she handed him the paperwork they would need to fill out to be seen. She said it wouldn't be long before Clara was able to get back and see a doctor. He took the clipboard and sat down next to where he left Clara. He helped her fill out the paperwork, and within no time, a nurse was calling them back.

"I can handle myself from here, I'll be okay," she smiled at him.

"Oh, yeah? How do you plan on getting home then?" He asked playfully.

She thought for a second as they walked with the nurse. "I'll just get an Uber... or something," she said.

He laughed. "Absolutely not."

As the doctor came in to perform his exam, he gave Clara some medicine that relaxed her a little more. Even though she felt okay, they needed her to be as still as possible. After performing a few tests, he deemed her okay to leave. She only had a slight concussion but would be okay to sleep and function just fine.

"While you're absolutely fine to go home, I do recommend staying with someone to make sure that you wake up okay and everything. Do you have someone you can stay with?" The doctor asked Clara.

She sat there for a second, realizing she was at a hotel by herself and didn't have anyone in town she could stay with. "Uh, yeah, that's fine," she said, nodding at the doctor for reassurance.

"Okay, well I've got some medications that I want to give you to help with headaches and sleep," he said, grabbing the clipboard that sat on the desk next to Clara's bed. "Do you mind just writing down their contact information so I can reach out to them and walk through things to watch out for?"

"Uh..." she started.

Sebastian reached for the clipboard the doctor was holding. "Yeah, she'll stay with me. I'll write down my information just in case and you can tell me what I need to know."

Clara looked at him like he was crazy. "I am not staying with you, I don't even know you," she laughed. He handed the clipboard back to the doctor before she could say anything else.

"I'm going to go call in those prescriptions and let you two figure things out," he said, looking between the two before walking out into the hallway.

"You do not have to take care of me, I'm fine," she said, trying to sit up in the bed.

Sebastian reached out towards her to keep her down on the bed. "I know I don't have to," he said. "But I move into my AirBnB tomorrow, and I don't know my way around the city anyways. It would be nice to have someone along with me. So really, you'd be doing me a favor." He winked at her.

She rolled her eyes at him again. "I don't need a babysitter."

"I'm well aware you don't need a babysitter," he said. "But it's either you stay with me or they probably won't let you leave without a safe place to go," he said.

She sat there, squinting at him, knowing he was probably right. "Fine," she finally huffed. "But only until I feel better. Even though I feel just fine." Her head was finally starting to clear since they had just given her a higher dose of ibuprofen.

"Yeah? You feel fine?" He asked with a smirk on his face.

She looked at him funny. "Yes, I do. Why are you asking me like that?"

"Just curious," he smiled.

The doctor pulled Sebastian out in the hallway to walk him through things to look for and red flags that would mean he should bring me back in. After getting enough information, the doctor signed the discharge paperwork and they made their way back to the hotel.

"Your room or mine?" Sebastian asked as they reached their floor of the hotel.

"Mine," she sighed.

"Okay, I'll be over there in a few minutes," he laughed. "Don't do anything crazy."

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked.

"You know, like don't run off and try to get a different hotel room or anything," he said. "I'm safe. You'll be safe with me, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah yeah," she said, walking past him to walk to her room. "Room 303, don't forget."

He chuckled to himself as he walked into his room to grab his things. He figured he might as well grab it all since they'd be moving to the AirBnB tomorrow. No reason to keep everything in two separate rooms.

Clara turned the latch on her door to be able to prop the door open. She didn't know how much longer she could keep her eyes open and since the doctor said she was fine to sleep, that was the first thing on her list to do.

Sebastian grabbed his bags and headed down towards Clara's room. He knocked lightly before opening the door slightly and peeking his head in. He saw Clara sprawled out on one of the beds already asleep and laughed lightly to himself as he locked the door and set his bags down on the floor.

He made his way over to the second bed. It was only three in the afternoon and he had nothing better to do than put on a movie. He shut the blinds, making the room as dark as possible and made himself at home on his bed.

A few hours later, he looked over after hearing Clara rustle around on the bed. He had turned the lamp on to read a book he had brought with him and as her eyes fluttered open, they got wide when she made eye contact with Sebastian.

"What are you doing in here?" She gasped.

"You have a minor concussion, remember?" He said, laughing lightly at her reaction to him. "I'm your designated babysitter."

She glared at him. "I don't need a babysitter," she insisted.

"I know you don't," he smiled. "I'm kidding, doll."

She raised her eyebrows at him. "Right," she said, sitting up in bed. "God, my head hurts so bad. I feel like I got hit by a train." She rubbed her face.

Sebastian stood up to grab the pain medication that the doctor gave him off of the desk and walked over to hand it to her. "Yeah, sorry about that," he said with a small smile.

She playfully rolled her eyes at him. "You should be," she laughed.

He sat back down on the bed across from her. "I don't have to sleep in here if you don't want me to, but I do think you should stay with me at the AirBnB," he said. "It's really nice anyways, I think you'd enjoy it."

"Do you?" She smiled. "You don't even know me."

"I think you've told me enough about yourself today to feel like I know a decent amount about you," he said with a smirk.

"What do you mean?" She said, her eyes widening.

He chuckled. "You don't remember?" He asked and she shook her head no. "Bummer. You don't remember telling me that I should make thirst-trap TikToks? Or that the way I pulled out of my parking spot was hot? Or that you liked when I called you 'doll'?" He grinned.

She covered her face again. "No," she mumbled into her hands. "That's so embarrassing! I'm so sorry," she laughed at herself.

"It was cute, don't worry about it," he said smiling at her. "You also told me you're an author?" He asked.

"Ugh," she groaned. "Yes, but I normally don't tell people that."

"Because you don't like people knowing your deepest and darkest secrets?" He smirked at her.

She rolled her eyes. "Jesus Christ. Yeah, I guess when you put it that way," she said. "Or, I guess I mean, when I put it that way." She laughed. She opened up the pill bottle and popped a couple of them into her mouth and took a swig of water from the water bottle that sat next to her bed.  "You can stay in here tonight, it's fine. I don't mind... but no funny business," she said, smirking at him.

"I wouldn't dare, doll," he smiled.

She about choked on her water as she took another sip. I guess concussed me was right, I do really like when he calls me that, she thought to herself.

"I was going to say make yourself at home, but clearly you already did," she joked. "I'm going to go take a shower."