The red-head saw the boy’s mouth move but could barely make out what Ben had said as his volume had been so low. In response Ellie put on a smile and gave a nod as if she had heard him. Noticing he wasn’t stopping Ellie felt the urg to follow the boy to talk to him. Running a bit to catch up to him she asked “How are you Ben, how are your classes going?”
Although she hadn’t been able to get a good look at the teen’s face before seeing him give her a slight nod Ellie got a better look and couldn’t help but think that he looked as if his mind were elsewhere. “Penny for your thoughts?”
"Don’t know, haven’t been." His response to the question about classes. It was true, he’d been locked up in his room since the attack had happened, too afraid to go near others and more prone to keeping to himself. The Head Nurse had been regular company, and even then he didn’t bother her with idle chatter. Aside from that Ben did his best to keep Addie away, though it seemed to no avail. "Been on bed rest." And that was the most he’d offer.
At the offer for his thoughts he shifted his free hand (for his room key had been in the other) out of his pocket and gave a slight wave, still not raising his eyes to make contact with her. “Keep it. Nothing but air up there right now.” A lie, of course. He couldn’t simply divulge these thoughts onto anyone. Hell, he held them back from Addie and he had trust in her. There was no way he would share with someone who was just a step above a stranger.
Ellie had finally finished grading that days assignment and was ready to go home. Stretching a bit to get rid of the stiffness in her neck Ellie looked outside and thought it was as good a time as any to go out. the red head put on her coat and grabbed her handbag.
Taking a deep breath once outside the woman started walkingn her usual route. Ahead of her she saw someone wearing a pair of shorts. Buttoning her coat up, she couldn’t help but say out loud “Never really thought today as being shorts weather.” Upon closer look she saw that the person in the shorts was Benedict Adams. “Ben, hello.”
His hands were jammed into the front pouch of his sweat shirt, turning the room key this way and that. Had it not been for the voice he may not have noticed that someone was speaking to him at all. The stone in his stomach dropped —- was it so hard for people to see him as invisible? Raising his dark hues from the floor he caught sight of the woman who had greeted him and did his best to maintain his temper. Thankfully as of late, it had been easy to do. It was as if all of his energy had been bled out of him at once.
"Hello," he murmured in a voice too quiet for himself, as if he was hoping it would slide by unnoticed. How far was the mess hall from here? He could make it down for something to eat and back in no time at all. If she wanted to putter along with him that was her own choice, though Ben did not shift in his stride or accommodate. Instead he offered a slight nod and returned his gaze back to the ground.
"Mmn, I think I left those down the hall, or on the other side of the portal." Her gaze soaked in his resistance, the way he kept his own from her’s. Addie questioned her reason for coming, what her own intentions were, if they were timed appropriately or not. The topic of his power had always been a sensitive one, in her eyes, and now it was only multiplied by a hundred. With a slow movement she inched her body closer, to where her hand could come to rest on the curve of his legs that he had curled beneath the blanket. "I’ll make sure to ask her, though you are in the best hands. That I can promise you. She will make sure you heal as best as you can." Addie rubbed her hand back and forth in the attempt of a comforting method. "Give it time…." The small blonde’s words were soft, reassuring as they could be in this moment. She wanted to badly to comfort him, to take his ailments away, hold him if she could. She couldn’t know the pain he was in, but she badly wished she could siphon it from him, rid him of it somehow. Yet all she could really offer at the moment were soft words, a gentle touch, and infallible company. "Is there anything you need? Something I can bring you?"
"You should go get them, and lock yourself out while you’re at it." He didn’t want to be so dismissive, but he didn’t want to hurt her. Had she known what he did? Was she really so care-free about it? The blood of others was on his hands, in his mouth, down his stomach. How sick he had been with it for the days after, bile rising at the back of throat when he thought about what he had done. Even now he felt his stomach clench at the thought, his body curling just-so in case the sick threatened again. "I don’t really want her to waste the time. There are people hurt worse than I am. I’m just achy and burned. It’ll be fine." And he was sure it would be, that everything would heal up proper. Yet there was the Nurse coming to check in on him, to medicate him, always without judgment in her eyes. She had to have known, surely … perhaps she just hid it well. "Time for what? Another flare of my temper to rear the head of the monster? Say it, Addie … you know what it is. You’re from … ahead, the future, right?" Now he shifted, pushed the covers down and sat up a bit. From his right side the lightning scar eked out and tingled at his chest, beneath bandages that didn’t cover wholly. "How many times have I lost it then, hurt people? Killed people? Do I ever learn control? Who else do I injure? Do I hurt you?” Selfish, maybe. All of those he had caused heartache to, and all he could think of was how thankful he was that she was fine. He could never truly forgive himself for what had happened —- had it been here the effects would be irredeemable.
Ritual of habit had made it so that he only came out for necessities, and when that time came Benedict did not speak to anyone. Out he came for food when the aches in his body weren’t too terrible —- food wasn’t worth harassing Nurse Llyr for. He merely nodded with the most weak and ill-fitting of smiles to the chef when she gazed at him, collected his food and shuffled back to his room.
But it was growing stuffy in there. He wanted the light, he wanted some air, and he wanted solitude. So when he made the executive decision to shower, throw on a pair of shorts and a hoodie over his head, he drew himself into a tight ball and locked his dorm room behind him. The key went into the pouch of his sweat shirt, his eyes downcast on the ground. Just a short stroll, he told himself, enough to stretch and go bac to solitary. There was no harm in that … right?
“I mean that I hope visiting you was alright.” She fully stepped into the room, pushing the door closed behind her, drawing in a soft breath as she approached. Addie smoothed the corner of the bed, sitting on the very eggs, her light eyes glancing over him. In all honesty she wasn’t sure what shape she would find him in, physically or mentally. She knew of the attack, had heard of it once or twice in the future but never knew how it really affected him, not in detail. She truly worried for him, but there would always be a natural hesitance after such a happening. “I’ll be fine. How’re you healing? And feeling…?”
"If you have any smarts about you, you’d leave." Ben attempted some form of warning, attempted it to sound harsh however he was mellow of mind — more than he normally could achieve. In truth whatever the Head Nurse had given him he accepted, whatever she asked him he did and whatever she told him would happen he widely ignored and simply nodded his head to. Now he lay in his bed, half curled and half uncaring beneath the blankets, not even warranting the small blonde a glance. Instead he kept his eyes closed, obviously not feigning sleep but too out of it for the company. "You’d have to ask the nurse on the former," Ben murmured, pulling the blanket over his mouth and resting it just beneath his nose, "Like shite."