o. FUTURE NOSTALGIA ❝ I KNOW YOU'RE TRYING TO FIGURE IT OUT. MY NAMES ON THE TIP OF YOUR TONGUE.❞
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˙ ˖ ✩ ━━━ xavier.
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you felt like you'd been waiting for hours when it reality it had only been a few minutes since everyone had left to try and get help. well everyone but you and xavier. both of you were badly injured. before you all met back an the camp entrance, you'd all gone your separate ways and let's just say every single one of you has had a long night. chet got a stake through his shoulder, brooke was kidnapped by nurse rita who happened to be an imposter, montana well you didn't exactly know but she was covered in dirt from head to toe, ray was still nowhere to be found, and margaret and trevor got attacked by jingles. trevor sadly didn't make it or so margaret says.
"what's taking them so long?"
xavier's groans grasp you back to reality. he was laying on the tiny bed with a damped towel on his forehead which brooke had given him hoping it would help with the swelling. xavier's face was covered with blisters and raw skin for having suffered a second degree burn. a subject which you didn't want to touch on not wanting to upset him. he'd already told you enough.
"maybe the fact people don't wanna step foot in a camp that's in the middle of nowhere and that's known for mass murders." you say sarcastically hoping it would make him laugh. and it did.
he sits up on the edge of the bed, "i'm really sorry i dragged you here with me, y/n." before you could tell him not to blame himself he spoke again, "maybe this is my karma." he motions to his face.
"hey, no," you shake your head no, "don't do that. i'm a big girl, i made the decision to come. don't be blaming yourself."
he sighs, "i just can't believe it wasn't old age that made me ugly and wrinkly... but instead being shoved in a goddamn oven."
in all the years you've known xavier, all he's cared about was his looks. he cared so much about his appearance and you didn't really blame him. that's all he had been told and made-believe that mattered. all people used him for. though after meeting you he had begun to see beyond his looks.
"it's not so bad xav," you hold his hand in yours, "i mean my face is fucked too wouldn't you say?" he immediately shakes his head no, "c'mon! i have cuts all over it- i'm pretty sure that freak gave me a free fucking nose job. maybe i should be thanking him."
his laugh echoed around the cabin. "your nose was fine. still is."
you wondered how sometimes xavier could go from being a pompous ass to the sweetest and most caring guy. not many were lucky enough to see that side of him though. sometimes you swore he was only like this with you.
"you're a sweetheart, plympton." you tease him.
xavier goes to lay back down on the bed, "i mean it!" you keep your eyes on him, "i can't rock this look, all these blisters and burns on my face but you-"
"i do nothing. there's nothing left to say okay?" you say putting the towel back on his forehead, "we're in this together."
he was in so much pain but trying so hard to hide it. you thought it was so maybe you wouldn't get so scared about being stuck in this camp or worry about him but it wasn't working.
"even if we get out of here?"
you scoff, "of course. especially when we get out of here."
"then let's hope," he holds onto your hand, "we make it out alive."
