Hear Me Out (Sebastian Solace X Reader)

Suited Up

I woke up with a yawn and a stretch, almost cramping my leg in the process. My body felt amazing and comfortable, the bed did wonders for me. I didn't feel stiff, I didn't have lingering back or neck pain, this bed was my true savior. I didn't dare to disturb my own peace by getting up right away, I was too comfortable to want to move right now. I wrapped my body tighter around the blanket and nuzzled my head into the pillow. I let out a pleased hum of content, my morning brain not caring that soon I will either be free for the rest of my life or dead.

“Hmmm, dying wouldn't be so bad.” I mumbled groggily to myself as I thought about it. Truly death would be better than living in this highly guarded prison for another week, unless I was moved into this room for the rest of my sentence. But in my mind I was fine with both things that could happen to me, I was fine with living and I was fine with dying. I never took myself for being slightly suicidal but I guess this prison changed me as a person.

Now with thinking too much I had ruined my blissful sleepiness with crowded thoughts and death. I groaned annoyed at myself as I swung my body into a sitting position onto the side of the bed, my legs dangling off the side as the bed was huge. I hopped off the bed and walked to where I remember flipping the light switch off. I used my hands to find the wall then to find the switch, I found the switch quickly and turned the lights on.

Looking around my room I noticed that there was now something on the desk across the room.

I walked towards the desk having a closer look. I saw a pile of neatly folded clothes that looked like swimming gear with some protective attire with it. The swimming gear was a navy blue color with a symbol on the shoulders. The protective attire was a vest and some padding that you would wear under the swimming suit.

Next to the gear was food and water. my mouth watered now looking at it clearly. it was pancakes, they still seemed warm as they were steaming. I gulped down the saliva that collected in my mouth.

I sat down at the desk and stared at the pancakes as if they were heaven sent. I gently picked up the fork that rested on the plate with the pancakes. I stabbed a pancake with the fork and brought it into my mouth. the flavor melted in my mouth, it made me want to cry.

The food in this prison was abusive to my taste buds but these pancakes were so delicious, warm, and fresh that I couldn't stop myself and started to cry. I cried as I ate my pancakes because I wanted to eat them while they were warm, not caring that I was crying my eyes out over food.

I started to choke from how fast I was shoving pancakes into my mouth and so I quickly grabbed the water bottle and chugged it down. Sad that the water nulled the taste of the pancakes, I quickly refilled my mouth with more pancakes, until there were no more pancakes to eat, which saddened me even more. But I was glad to finally eat real food.

I drinked the last bit of water from the bottle before standing up from my seat. I didn't really know what to do with the plate once I was done eating and so I left it alone where it was on the desk.

Now with a full stomach and little will to live I was ready to get suited up from whatever they have in store for me. I stripped down to just my undergarments and then I grabbed the swimming suit and started to wrestle it onto me. It was easy to get my feet and legs into it but as I tried to pull the suit over my legs and thighs it proved to be difficult.

I tugged and tugged at the suit until it was finally over my waist and then the rest was easy. I pulled my arms into the sleeves and zipped up the front of the suit. The suit covered most of my body, even my neck, except for my head, feet, and hands.

I looked at the protective attire and tried to figure out how to get it on properly. The vest was easy but the extra pads were confusing until I decided to just place them on the outside of my suit as well with the vest.