𝔐𝔶 𝔉𝔞𝔦𝔯 𝔏𝔞𝔡𝔶 (ℜ𝔢𝔶𝔩𝔬 𝔉𝔞𝔫𝔣𝔦𝔠)

Chapter Nine: Staying Close

A collage of ReyxBen (aka DaisyxAdam) I created but pics are to their original owners or/and creators.

Ben's POV

Once Cordelia left Rey's bedroom quarters I stayed by Rey's door and lingered for awhile.

A guard came by.

"Is everything alright sir?" He was quite young and new to his post.

"Yes, just here waiting. Good day."

"It is quite a good day sir."

We looked at each other, awkwardly waiting for one of us to speak.

"You can go on your way, I'm quite busy as you can see."

He nodded in a fast paced way. "Yes! Of course!"

"And keep your tongue quiet." I whispered as he loudly whispered back.

"Yes sir!" He nodded and went on his way.

Faint clanks of the gaurd's metal armor was heard as it echoed down through the hallway.

Trying to be as discreet as I could about being by Rey's bedroom doorway was not really working to my favor all that well so I decided to enter into her room cautiously.

I wanted to sooth the itching thought of if she was alright or not.

To my relief she was alright, at the moment.

So I went back out into the hallway and sat in a slouched position. I wanted to be near to help her if anything were to have gone wrong.

Something, similar to (if not) a gut feeling, was telling me to stay as if something bad were to happen.

Time went by and before I could tell, it was already dusk as the sun started to set.

I got up from my slouched position.

Another guard went by and before he could address me and I signed with hand gestures for him not to say a word. We both nodded to each other in recognition instead, to greet one another.

I turned into Rey's doorway, opening the door just enough to see her deep in slumber.

She was alright. Again.

So I had no clue to why I felt so worried and off-edge for her.

I felt as if I were a cat on a hot tin roof. Not having the slightest clue as to if or when anything bad we're to happen to her.

Nether the less after a few moments more I decided to leave. At least I was about to until she started to have a vigorous way of twitching when I glanced again.

I was to guess she was having a seizure.

I was aware of this situations and knew quite well how to sooth them so I behaved immediately.

I came by her side in a quick fashion.

I scrounged around for a vase of ice water as well as a cloth to use to cool her down.

When I touched her skin she felt like fire. As if her skin was burning from the inside out.

When I peeked at her face to see her she was surprisingly awake.

Her eyes pleaded for rest of this seizure.
The pain, the heat, all of it.

Her forehead aligned with sweat.

She might have had no words to say it but her eyes said it all.

I occasionally dabbed her forehead and neck to relieve her of the heat in which seemed very over bearing for her at moments.