My Bully, My Mate | Complete

Chapter 37

It was months before where I had sat in the same room, the heart monitor beating an alarmingly slow rate. Two bags of liquid were attached to the frame above him, one that dripped the water and the one that pumped the much needed blood into his system.I hated the sound of the heart monitor, the consistently slow rate that only boiled my blood, further reminding me his state. 

For everything was connected to the man I love, my mate. 

Only, last time I was here, it was for a man I used to believe was my father. Then, I couldn't care less, now, I felt like I was bring ripped apart. And even the last ounce of hope left within me was gone, because there was honestly no way Xavier could survive this. 

The bite, the internal bleeding from the punch, it was just all too much for one man to take. 

Connor could survive, after all his abilities meant that he could heal easily. And the same could be said about Andrew, hell, he didn't even walk away with a scar -much to his dismay. They came here too, Connor holding Xavier, Andrew being held by Hector and Veronica stopping me from walking into things. 

After all it's hard to see with so many tears in your eyes. 

Biting my lips, I wrapped my fingers around Xavier's, loathing the coldness of his touch. His face was sickly pale, his lips cracked and bruises layered his face. I brought his hand toward my lips and placed a gentle kiss as a tear ran down my cheek. 

"I'm so sorry," I whispered. 

It it weren't for me telling him about the plan and allowing him to bring the boys, he wouldn't be lying here dying. If it wasn't for me, he wouldn't be here, drips and blood attached to his skin, while his pale face and white body fight to stay awake. 

If it weren't for me, he'd still be at home. 

My shoulders shook lightly as I let the tears stain my cheeks, my heart aching with every shaky breath I took. 

"Nicola?" Andrew's voice bounced against the walls. Quickly wiping away the tears with the back of my hand, I nodded my head as if to say continue. Taking in a small breath, he shuffled in, his gentle breathing accompanying the heart monitors slow beating. 

"How you doing?" He asked. I chuckled a little, looking towards the ceiling as a way to stop the tears. His eyebrows furrow a little when I turn to look at him.

 "You're asking me if I'm okay?" I chuckled again, smiling slightly. It was odd to find Andrew all clean, his neck still intact like nothing happened, especially after seeing him dripping with his own blood. 

A shadow of a smile crossed his features as he tilted his head slightly as he agreed. "How are you doing?" I asked mirroring his features. 

He shrugged gently, his eyes falling on Xavier for a moment, "A little disappointed that I don't have a scar." I chuckled, rolling my eyes at his comment before we eased into an uncomfortable silence. 

Andrew reached for the extra chair in the room, bringing it next to me with ease, before sitting down silently. Spreading his legs around the back of the chair, and his arms crossed on top of the chair, he sighed. 

"I was small, maybe 'bout 6 or 7 and my family just left me at the airport. We were supposed to come for a holiday, but they just..." He sighed, shaking his head slightly as his throat tightened, "I was so confused, and I felt so abandoned. I was forced to roam the streets, and then I stumbled upon Xavier's house. Hell, that was scary, entering a house so big and then finding men that were even scarier. I thought I found a bikie's house, but instead Xavier came into my life." 

I watched as Andrew's lips twitched into a smile, his eyes glistening as he swallowed. Rubbing away his tears he nodded his head slightly. "We were brothers straight away, his mischievous ass causing trouble wherever we went. His poor parents thought he was a saint, and I was the trouble maker. Ha! If only they knew. And then he changed, his attitude, his values but never had he left my side. Hell, he was there for me even if he had his arms tied behind his back and his legs chopped off," He continued, his eyebrows knitting together at the memory.