My Secret *Part 8*
Pairing: Sebastian StanxFem!Reader
Warning: Swearing, Sebastian being adorable, crying, PTSD, Nightmares
Summery: Reader has a 15 year-old son and her friend Chris set her on a date with a mutual friend since she hasn’t dated in a while
Chapter Summery: Connor is going home, but this accident leaves something other problems other then physical
AN: Finally I know, sorry for the insane wait. Writers block sucks.
Today was finally the day, Connor was coming home. You, Chris and Sebastian spent the day before preparing the house for him to come home. Connor was excited to be coming home, he was tired of the hospital walls, and waited to be home with us. He was also excited for school, he missed his friends dearly. The only thing that worried you was his possible depression due being unable to play hockey anymore for a couple seasons. But what can you do. Sebastian opened the passenger side door, you jumped a little, “penny for your thoughts my dear?” He mused, you smiled and shook your head taking his out stretched hand and walked into the hospital. You held a large smile on your face, Chris opened the door, and couple nurses looked up and smiled at you and the boys, they moved and revealed your son sitting in a wheelchair annoyed. “Connor!” You cheered and his face lit up like a Christmas tree. “Mom,” he got up and walked to you, as fast as he could in walking cast. “Oh Connor,” you hugged him tightly missing him terribly. Connor released you, and moved to Chris who hugged him tightly, “Glad to see ya on your feet man.” Connor nodded, Sebastian stood next to Chris hands in his pockets, him and Connor stared at each other, until both their faces broke out in huge smiles and Connor practically jumped on him. Sebastian held tightly around, holding him close. “I’m glad you’re alright son.” Connor pulled back, “Thanks dad,” you smiled brightly at them.
“Well let’s get going, home is calling,” Connor said leading the way out of the hospital, you walked with him, Chris grabbed the bags. Sebastian walked ahead with him, while you happily walked with Connor. Once outside you took the corner to get to the car, and suddenly lost the felling of Connor’s body heat next you. You stopped and turned behind you and seen Connor deeply breathing, frantically looking around his surroundings. You ran back to him and took his hand, “Connor,” you asked terrified. “Are you okay,” Chris and Sebastian noticed you were behind them anymore ran back to the scene unfolding. Connor gasped and squeezed your hand tightly. “Connor? Baby?” you asked rubbing his hand, “What’s wrong darling?” you asked, trying to get him to pay attention. He calmed down, “Nothing mom, its fine,” he suddenly said and briskly walked toward the SUV, Sebastian looked at him and then you, you shrugged, “I’ll call the doctor when we get home,” He nodded, Connor was in the front with you driving while Chris and Seb sat in the back. Connor was breathing deeply still, his eyes darting around the cars on the road. You put a hand on his knee reassuringly, he looked down at your hand and held it.
Once you were home and Connor was safely tucked away in his room chatting with Chris and hockey, Seb came down stair and rubbed your shoulders, you were deep in thought holding the phone biting your index finger. A nerves habit of yours. “Babe, its okay, just all the doctor, I’m sure it nothing.” You nodded and dialed the number and punched in the extension. “Hello Dr. Verge?” she answered. “It’s Connor’s mom, he had a panic attack in the hospital parking lot.” She spoke softly to you and nodded along, Seb stood by and waited for you to finished on the phone before he asked. You hung up a shortly after and sighed, “She believes its PTSD,” Seb nodded, “makes sense, what do we do?” You sighed again, “Dr. Verge suggested a therapist,” you said. Seb rubbed your shoulders and kissed your forehead as you chewed your index finger. “We’ll see what happens in a few days, and then we’ll call a therapist, he starts school again in a week so we’re gonna wanna know what’s wrong before then.” You agreed with Seb, Chris cleared his throat and entered the kitchen. “Connor has requested Marley’s for supper,” you laughed. “I’m not surprised, I’ll get him ready and we’ll leave.” The boys nodded.
You helped Connor dress, “Mom I can do it, its weird having my mom dress me,” you smirked at him. “Honey its nothing I haven’t seen, and you can’t put pants on you can’t bend your knee, you can’t move your leg much,” he groaned. “God this sucks,” You did his belt up and Sebastian knocked the door and Connor quickly pulled his shirt down. “I’m here to help you down the stairs.” You smiled and thanked him with your eyes. Supper went good, Connor seemed to be back to his old self for the most part, a few of his friends stopped and said hello, the waitress chatted with him. Everyone missed him deeply, his smile could light up a room. Now you were home, laying in bed next to Sebastian who was shirtless. “Well everything seems good,” he said happily. You nodded, “I’m just happy…” you were cut off by a loud scream and sobbing. You flew out the bed, and down the hall. “Connor,” you shook him a little to wake him up, “Connor its mom! Connor, baby wake up!” you shook him again he woke up screamed again sobbed into your chest. “Mom it was so real, it hurts!” he cried, Seb stood in the doorway plaid pajama pants on now. He stared and his eyes darted toward the bathroom, he was motioning to the pain meds and sleep aids Connor was prescribed just encase he could sleep. You nodded and cradled Connor into your chest shushing him. Seb reappeared with pills and a glass of water, he laid it down on the night stand excused himself. “Connor what did you see?” She chocked on a sob and looked up at you, “I seen the car and then I was on the ground and the felling of bones snapping,” he cried and held on his leg absently. “Here baby take these,” you handed him the pills which he happily took. Your fear was he was going to become addicted to the pills, but he needed them.
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