The Fallen HODWIII

Chapter 10 : Resistance

Dedicated to: RashiharshiRawat

"So, you were saying that Daniela befriended you, am I right?" Adrian clarified to Drena.

She nodded. "Yeah, well, her target was Claire. I don't know her motive, but she's acting kinda... strange."

Suddenly, I saw a glass of orange juice being handed to me. I looked up to see Xenon offering the drink. I smiled at him and took it. He smiled back and sat beside me on the couch, slinging his arm around my waist. It was getting dark outside; instead of heading into the dorm, we stayed at the Insigma Fighters Mansion.

I guessed Zoey was alone in the dorm, but we didn’t mind, and neither did she.

"Are you okay?" I immediately looked at Xenon after hearing him ask.

"Of course," I stated plainly.

"I mean, getting acquainted with Daniela. Are you sure you'll be okay?" He clarified, concern etched across his handsome face.

I smiled reassuringly. "I'll be okay; don't worry."

He buried his face in my neck and whispered, "I love you."

His voice was like a warm, melodic song flowing through my heart.

I held his hand from my waist and smiled back. "I love you too." Comforted by his presence, I suddenly felt tired and sleepy as I stared at the table.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?" I asked in a hoarse, soft voice.

He sat up straight, curiosity lighting up his eyes. "Did I hear that right?" he asked.

"Tch. I'm tired." I stood up and started walking. I felt an unusual heaviness in my limbs, an unfamiliar sensation of sleepiness that tugged at me. Usually, I didn’t feel tired; I was accustomed to sleeping through substances that dulled my senses. But now, my body was responding differently, surrendering to fatigue for the first time in years.

I walked upstairs, knowing someone was following behind me, but I ignored him. When I reached his room, I didn’t hesitate to open the door and collapsed onto the bed, closing my eyes.

"What's wrong, love?" I heard Xenon ask, concern lacing his voice as I felt the edge of the bed sink, knowing he had sat beside me.

I took a deep breath, inhaling the enticing scent that filled the room—the scent I had been craving for countless days. I shook my head lazily in response and let myself drift into the abyss of sleep. Then I felt a warm hand brush my forehead, which made me open my eyes.

"Oh, shit! Love, you're hot! How do you feel? Does your head ache? Where does it hurt?" He asked frantically, worry etched across his handsome face.

Hot? Am I... sick? But I didn’t feel any pain or ache that I could call sickness.

"I'm good; I just want to sleep," I said tiredly, closing my eyes again.

"Wait here." I felt him stand up and walk across the room, but my focus was solely on the comfort of the bed, the inviting scent, and the overwhelming desire for sleep.

I had never truly felt sick before. If Xenon hadn’t said anything, I wouldn’t have realized I had a fever. Perhaps I had been unwell in the past without noticing it—people in the house didn’t care, after all.

After a minute, I felt a soft hand brushing my shoulder lightly, as if I were a fragile person trying to be awakened.

"Love," he called gently.

All I wanted was to sleep, but he was being bothersome. It was annoying.

"Love, please drink your meds." I heard Xenon plead in a soft, gentle manner.