Don't Stay, Don't Go (Ben Drowned Love Story)

Ch. 55

[Ben's POV]
I sigh, resting my head on my hands as I watch Elizabeth toss and turn. I found Masky and he put her in bed. He kept asking what was wrong, but how can I tell him if I don't know. I told him she passed out, and left out her nonsensical words. Even I can't make heads or tails of them, and I've been thinking about them nonstop for the last day or so.
Even in her sleep, she says things like "just let me choose" "please just shut up" and "I don't want to be alone anymore", which is strange because she's never talked in her sleep before. I would know. She won't wake up, but she's obviously not enjoying her sleep, although she needs it so badly.
Masky said it could be her body crashing after staying up for so long. I don't know if that explains her meltdown though.
Liz kicks off the blankets for the thousandth time and she whimpers, holding a pillow in a death grip.
I stand up and pull the blanket back over her, feeling her forehead again. She's so deathly cold. I leave her alone for a minute to grab my blankets and I lay them on top of her. She squirms around, seeming like she's trying to hide under the blankets, then cries unintelligibly as she kicks them away.
Any time I put my blankets on her to make her warmer, she makes whimpering noises after casting them away. I'm just trying to make her warmer. I really have no clue- oh my gosh. Am I really that stupid? Of course my blankets smell like me, I sleep on them.
Liz has a thing for smells, she's told her friends that, and me once or twice. Smelling something can affect her, and I've seen it happen. When she was terribly angry at me once, she sat in the trees all day long, and came back almost disappointed in herself. The smell of Masky's smoke makes her angry sometimes. And now my scent must be making her have bad dreams or something.
I sigh again, grabbing my blankets and tossing them on the floor. Who would make her feel better? I tried Masky's blankets before, and she kicked them off after a while. She really doesn't have may friends here does she? Is that what she means by "I don't want to be alone anymore"? She knows Habit, and I think she likes him too. She always purrs when he calls her by her pet name, even though its exaggerated by my obvious dislike towards him.
While I walk to his room, I try to put my distrust aside. It's not easy when you know this guy eats babies, and is trying to spend time alone with someone you care for.
I knock on his door and it swings open, displaying all the different weapons he could use to hurt her.
"Looks like your feeling sassy today. How is my little rabbit? She wake up yet?" Habit leans against the doorframe, playing with his hat.
"No. I'm taking your blankets." I decide he would think I'm crazy to take his blankets based off of smell, so I leave that unsaid.
"I actually need those to sleep, so I don't think so." Habit threatens.
"Well then how about we walk over to 'your little rabbits' room, and see how she feels." I know I'm in a bad mood. Shut up about it. He takes the lead in walking back, and I sizzle behind him.
I'm always angry or sad now. Probably because I have no clue how to help Liz. That bothers me, a lot. I can't wake her up, I can't make her warm, I can't make her sleep peacefully, it feels like I can't do anything. Plus, who knows how long she could be asleep and if she's asleep she can't eat or drink. And we aren't doctors, we can't hook her up to an IV.
"This room, right?" Habit asks.
"Yea, come on." I rub my temples.