By the time Xavier woke up, two days had already passed…two days of being in excruciating pain even in sleep. He was sweating all over, temperature so high it could burn. It was almost as if he was being tortured in his dream and he couldn't wake up from it.
During all these times, Elena had to take care of him. She did not want to in the first place because she didn't really like him much, especially after he made her almost lose her wrist, and how he wanted to force her to eat leaves. But she found herself being pulled, or rather compelled to help him. To take care of him. If Elena didn't know better, she would think they shared some sort of bond. Crazy.
Anyway, she just couldn't ignore him after the horrible sight. As a matter of fact, she had spent two days in his room. She should be worrying about King Killian who suddenly pushed her away, but she was strangely more worried about Xavier.
