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I was sitting on my bed not be able to sleep. I couldn't get that weird feeling that something isn't right.
Xavier still didn't come home, neither did the guys and that's what's worrying me.
It's 2:40 am and they still aren't here. They would call if something happened right?! I'm probably worrying without a reason. They are probably-.
My thoughts got cut short by voices in the hallway "Are you sure you got that? I could just call doct-"
"I'm fine. Go to sleep." "But you-" "I'm fine. Go." "Okay, good night."
I couldn't recognize voices because they were muffled through the door, but I think they belong to Dante and Xavier.
Getting up from my bed I walked to the door trying to hear anything else. After not hearing anything I opened the door and walked out turning toward Xavier's room.
As soon as I turned in direction of his room I slapped a hand over my mouth in a try to stifle a gasp.
There next to the door stood groaning Xavier covered in blood, but not like last time. This time there was more blood over him and he was gripping his upper arm while leaning against the wall.
Upon hearing my gasp his head shoot to me. His eyes slowly trailed over my body and then rested on my face.
"Oh, God. Are you okay?" I asked him with a shaky voice. "Yeah." He grunted then pulled himself off of the wall "Go to sleep."
"Are you sure? Do you need some help?" I asked again starting to walk towards him.
"I'm fine." He snapped which stopped me in my tracks. He then took a deep breath to calm himself and I could see his face discomforting in one of pain. "Just go to sleep. Don't worry about me." He said this time in a quiet and calm voice.
I shook my head coming to stand next to him "No, I'm not going to sleep. You need help. Let me help you." I said and didn't wait for an answer as I opened the door of his bedroom and pushed him lightly inside.
"I'm fin-" he began to speak but I cut him off instantly. "No you are not, you are hurt. And you need help." "You are not giving up, aren't you?" He asked and I shook my head.
I lead him toward his bed and told him to sit. "Where do you keep first aid?" I said as I looked at him. "It should be in the bathroom, umm.. in the top drawer I think." He said and I dashed to the bathroom.
After finding what I was searching I turned back and walked into the room only to find Xavier without his shirt with his back turned towards me. And let me tell you, those fucking butterflies started to fly again.
Snapping out of my thoughts I walked closer to him and try to look only at his face, which was extremely hard to do.
Putting the first aid kit on the bed next to him "What happened?" I asked as I looked better at his wounds.
