Trauma.

Chapter seven

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Chapter seven.

It wasn't long before I fell into a routine. I would wake up, eat something, go to school, then see Sebastian.

I wouldn't deny the fact that my favorite part of the day was the few hours I would get to spend with Seb before visiting hours ended.

I knocked on the hospital room door and waited for an answer from the boy inside.

"Come in!" He told me, his voice still a bit scratchy and weak.

I walked in. "Hey, Seb." I greeted, shutting the door behind me. "How have you been today?" I asked.

Sebastian stretched, then grinned. "Much better after my afternoon nap." He joked. "They woke me up every twenty minutes to pee. Now they're trying to turn me into a fish, they're making me drink so much, and not the good stuff. Just water."

I nodded, trying to keep a straight face. "Okay, first things first, TMI. And secondly, they wouldn't let you drink alcohol because you're underage and because it probably doesn't mix well with the meds you're on." I told him.

"Just a coffee?" He asked, in what I thought was in a joking manner. "A soy latte, please?"

I wrinkled my nose in disgust. "Soy?" I asked, trying to keep calm. I could never understand people who chose soy over real milk. "Stuff made with real cow's milk is a thousand times better."

Sebastian shook his head. "Not to me." He said. "I'm allergic to dairy products." He explained, then shot me a small, half smile.

I nodded. "That must be fun." I replied sarcastically, I knew for a fact that dairy allergies were not fun. My younger sister had one when she was a baby, she outgrew it when she was older. But it was the opposite of fun.

Sebastian shrugged. "Just a bit annoying." He told me, then sighed. "And gross if I accidentally eat something with dairy in it."

I held his hand, looking at the way it fit in mine. His hand was only slightly larger then mine, the fingertips had small calluses. "Do you play any instruments?" I asked, wondering if I could link a string instrument to the small calluses on his left hand's fingertips.

Sebastian stayed quiet for a moment, before nodding. "Yeah, I play violin, piano, guitar, and clarinet." He told me. "My.. my mom always wanted me to be musical."

I nodded. "That's cool." I told him, and it was. I could play maybe one chord on the guitar, and the C Major scale on the piano. "I guessed that you played a string instrument because of the calluses on you fingers."

Sebastian smiled, and started to tell me something. Then was cut off by a knock on the door.

"Come in!" I yelled, then frowned as Sebastian flinched. But before I could ask why he had flinched, his doctor walked in.

I looked up at him and instantly understood what he was telling me, then I looked back at Sebastian. "Okay. Bye, Seb." I told him, then hugged him. "See you tomorrow."

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Sebastian was released from the hospital the next morning. Which was something I didn't know until one of the other Warblers had messaged me with Sebastian's phone during lunch, telling me that he was safe back at Dalton and thanked me for not leaving him to die in the middle of the street.

How heartless did they think I was? Yeah, I wasn't the nicest person. But who leaves a person dying in the road? Rival glee club or not.

I sighed as I walked into the auditorium. I was happy that Sebastian was well enough to be released from the hospital, especially after remembering that he did almost die before the ambulance showed up. But I even though I wouldn't admit it to anyone, I was definitely going to miss spending so much time with him.

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