i can see you - a Sebastian Stan fan fiction

chapter 3

She stood up and walked to the bathroom, grabbing a night set she brought with her. She shut the door behind her and started the shower. She started brushed her hair, looking down at her brush to see crusts of blood flaking off onto her brush. She closed her eyes, trying to get the image of blood out of her mind. Even dried blood made her woozy. She set the brush down and got in the shower and figured it wouldn't be that noticable once the water washed it away. When she looked down, the water was running red and she felt light headed. She turned off the shower and grabbed the robe that was hanging on the back of the bathroom door, feeling herself ready to throw up. As she hunched over the toilet and started dry heaving, she heard a soft knock on the bathroom door.

"Clara?" Sebastian called through the door.

"I'm fine," she said between dry heaves.

She heard the door start to crack open. "I'm coming in," he said, peeking his head in. "The doctor said throwing up is something I should take you back in for." He walked up behind her and she felt his hand brush the top of her head.

"No, I'm really fine," she said, looking up at him with watery eyes. "I just don't do well with blood," she laughed lightly.

He kneeled down beside her, caressing the back of her head. "Look, why don't you start a bath, throw on a swimsuit, and I'll wash your hair for you," he said softly. "You can close your eyes and just talk to me or listen to music or whatever will put your mind at ease."

She nodded her head softly, willing to take the help. She's not one to ask for help, but when it's offered, she'll never turn it down. "There's a swimsuit in my suitcase on the desk," she said, closing her eyes and leaning back against the cold tub.

Sebastian stood up and walked over to her bag, ruffling things around lightly to find the swimsuit. He tried his best not to look to far into her bag, trying to respect her privacy. Luckily, the swimsuit she wanted was right near the top. He brought it to her, closing the door until she was ready. He heard the water running, and asked if she was decent as she opened the door for him.

She stepped into the tub, the water warm against her skin. She knew if she made it too hot, she would definitely pass out. Sebastian knelt down next the to the tub and encouraged her to just lay back and relax and close her eyes.

"Tell me about you," she said softly, closing her eyes.

"Why don't you tell me-" he started.

She opened her eyes and playfully glared at him. "I'm not staying with some guy at his AirBnB when I know nothing about him," she said with a smile.

"Fine, close your eyes. I'm not going to be responsible for you drowning, too," he said rolling his eyes at her. "What do you want to know?" He splashed some water up onto her hair, making sure it was wet enough for soap.

"Why are you here?" She asked.

"On earth or in Laughlin?" He asked.

"Obviously I mean in Laughlin," she sighed and smiled.

"Well, I didn't know how deep you wanted to get," he chuckled. "I just needed a change of scenery."

"From?" She asked.

"From..." he paused, trying to think of something to tell her that wasn't neccessarily a lie, but wasn't the full truth. "New York."

"Ew, why did you choose here over New York?" She laughed lightly.

"Why did you choose here over wherever you were before?" He asked in return.

"I grew up here, so what is your excuse?" She asked.