Professor Sebastian Jones - Is It Love? Fan-fiction by SW

Chapter 84 - I am sorrow

My classes for today are finally over. I'm sitting on the wooden bench at the Campus, down a tree, waiting for Sebastian. Technically, we should go to training now, but I'm not feeling well. I'm still disturbed in reading Samantha's memories and dreaming about that mysterious and magical lady in the forest. Furthermore, my heart is still aching for having to leave the manor without any warning. I'm still upset with Viktor, Nicolae, and Sebastian for making decisions on my behalf, as if I'm a small kid and unable to take care of itself. I'm a big girl enough to know what is good or bad for my life and bear the consequences of my choices.

I didn't have the time to recover from my last emotional breakdown, and more things are going on, non-stop. All this stuff is crushing me. It is more than I can cope at this very moment. I'm feeling tired and drained with all this roller coast of emotions. I'm having a horrible migraine. I feel like my brain will explode at any time soon.

Because my eyes are closed, as I cannot handle the sunshine, I don't notice Sebastian approaching. He is silent and fast thanks to his werewolf abilities, and his voice next to me gets me by surprise.

Sebastian: So, let's go to the rink, little fairy? Today, we can start with the spins.

"Spins?! What is spinning is my head!"

I look at him with my eyes semi-closed, and he can sense that I'm not well. His enthusiasm immediately fades, and the worry takes place as he notices my extra paleness and deep dark rings. My voice is more like a whisper, but he can hear me very well with his wolf-hearing sense.

Khawla: I'm feeling unwell. I want to go home, Seb.

Sebastian nods, takes my material, and we walk side by side, in silence, till the Campus' parking lot to take his orange 4x4 off-road car to go home. No training today, as my body is asking for some rest to be able to handle all the emotional stress of lately.

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Arriving at his building, Sebastian parks his car, gets our backpacks on his back, and takes me on his arms as I'm as heavy as a leaf even with my extra pounds of an erratic life of drinking and junk food. He carries me to his studio, as I'm not in conditions to climb the stairs up, even his apartment being only on the first floor. He manages to open the door with great ability, while I'm still on his muscular, strong, and protective arms.

Then, Sebastian walks to the bedroom, lays me on the bed slowly and softly, and starts removing my trainers and socks first. After that, he removes my tie and opens the first buttons of my blouse to me to have more air and because they are the things you need to do, at first, in emergency cases. Sebastian then puts his hand on my forehead to check my temperature, but I push his hand away in a slow soft move, as I'm not feverish. I'm only tired and with a monumental headache. He is surprised by my move, and I rush to explain to him in an almost inaudible tone of voice.

Khawla: I only have a migraine, and I'm feeling tired too.

Sebastian nods understanding with increasing worry, as I'm not healthy lately, even with his efforts to make me eat clean and right and have a routine of exercises. But my body hasn't started yet to respond to this change in my habits.

Sebastian: Are you taking the vitamins the doctor has prescribed to you?

"Oops! Guilty as charged!"

As it is not part of my routine, I have ended up forgetting to take them with all this craziness going on. Sebastian gets the answer by my surprised facial expression. He exclaims my name aloud, which makes my head aches even more.

Sebastian: Khawla...!

"Ouch...!"

I put my hands on my temples as his loud voice rumbles as a thunder inside my brainbox, increasing my headache. He notices that losing his temper wasn't nice at this very moment, as it has caused me more pain. He feels a mix of guilty and worry towards me.