Xavier was nervous—probably damn terrified—but unfortunately, there was no one there to calm his ass down.
He hated feeling this way. He wasn't supposed to feel this way.
Yet there was just something about the air of a hospital that unsettled him deeply.
With Asher in his arms, he carefully laid him on the hospital bed before dragging a chair closer and sitting beside him. His eyes never left Asher's face as he waited for the doctor who was supposed to examine him.
The silence was unbearable.
Gasp!
His breathing came out erratic, completely out of control unlike how it normally was. That mask he had worn for years—the one he used to convince everyone he was fine—had shattered completely.
Now he was exposed.
Raw.
Broken.
An open book for anyone to read.
"Fuck... why isn't the damn doctor here already?"
The words left him in a frustrated mutter.
His emerald eyes remained fixed on Asher, carrying an unhinged mixture of pain and fear.
Just why couldn't he protect him?
