CHAPTER NINETEEN
I rushed in, tears already springing to my eyes, a sob caught in my throat.
“What happened to him?” I croaked.
I hadn't gotten to know him for long but he's been so great to me. I've genuinely been at a loss on how to appreciate his kindness and how he saved my life even without knowing who I was. He didn't even have to, yet he came and sent those XYZ vultures away from me, he gave me my first old music experience and has always shown me a sweet side of him compared to all the harshness I'd been faced with lately.
It was terrible to see him in such a state.
“He took a bullet for me and fell roughly in the process. I've healed due to how low I got affected but I would have been dead if he didn't come through the way he did. I owe him my life and the only thing he asked for was to see you. I couldn't deny him that, I'm sorry.” Xavier said, and for the first time, I saw actual emotions in the man's eyes.
“O my God. Corbin,” I quickly rushed to his side, finding his cold hand in the midst of all the wrapping around his body.
“Thankfully he doesn't have any internal injuries so he should be fine once the drugs wear off. His speedy healing would take care of the rest, we're just trying to be sure he doesn't contact anything,” a doctor said as he walked in, eyeing my hand that was connected to Corbin with distaste.
I guess they were all just the same judgmental assholes. To think I used to like the Moderates but this whole hospital experience opened my eyes. They appear pleasant only on TV to their fellow Moderates of course but the rest of us are beneath their shoes and shouldn't be anywhere close to a sick friend.
If he's all so high and mighty, well he can come separate me from Corbin by himself because I'm not getting up, not when he finally began to respond to my touch, applying a little pressure.
“When do you think he'll be able to be discharged?” Xavier asked the doctor who stayed very far away from me in the room, even though you could see he wanted to come check his patient.
“Um, give or take, two to three days,” he replied.
“You're not sure?”
“Your highness, I'll need to check his fever and how fast he's responding to treatment before I can give a more accurate diagnosis. I'll send it to your email before you even get home Master,”
“I'm confused, why not check it now? We're not leaving yet,” Theresa asked him, also confused by his hesitation but I already knew it was because of me.
His weird looking hair that was over brushed fell into his eyes as he whipped his head from the bed to the Prince and then to Theresa, struggling to reply coherently.
I guess the whole staff had heard what happened with the nurses considering how difficult it was for him to hide his disdain for me.
But he knew he had to do it. He didn't want to further provoke the prince, no one did.
“That's true. I'll do that immediately. Lady, can you come this way so I can examine him properly?” He said, addressing me.
“I would love to but Corbin kind of has a death grip on my hand so you're gonna have to do it with me here, sorry,” I apologized but we both knew I wasn't the least bit sorry. My smug smile said it all
Not wanting to draw the moment any further, he took an obvious deep breath and came my way.
It was as though I had bugs flying all around me and any contact with me would siphon them to him.
As he began doing his job, I remained where I sat, my hands in Corbin's as we watched the doctor work on him.
Each second was torture for everyone, hoping he'd give us a positive report. Alien health was tricky even though it was way above ours. If they got sick, they had to treat it immediately because if they got a totally different one than the first, they two would have a fierce battle in their bodies. And that could go to way; one would win and you'd only have to focus on exterminating this one that is weaker due to having to fight another pathogen.
On the other hand, they could both get very powerful trying to fight each and then face your body after a while. There's no coming back from that.
I still remember Mr. Micheal teaching us about it and how we laughed at the situation.
Now, it wasn't so funny.
The doctor finally finished his check up and promptly distanced himself from us, his body posture stiff and rigid.
“He's going to be ready for discharge tomorrow. He's a fighter,” he said with a gentle smile. If I hadn't seen his other side, I'd think he was such a perfect, nice doctor but I now know better. We're the most hated species and the irony of it all is that these people have a bit of us in them. Does that mean they hate a part of themselves too?
Anyways, he steps out of the room and they all find somewhere to sit except Xavier who stands like a forlorn soldier.
“Don't you want to sit down? We'll be here all night, right?” I asked, noticing how tired he looked.
This must be so difficult for him; Nearly getting killed and the man who you have bad blood with gets in the way and now you are indebted to him.
He looked pretty sad, an emotion I found hard to associate with him and it made me want to hug him.
But then I remembered and I decided to stop thinking such nonsensical thoughts.
“You really like him, don't you?” He whispered, jealousy lacing his tone.
“I don't think this is the right time for that, your majesty. You really should sit down, your body went through a lot healing you. There's no point in stressing it. Bernard, please get him a seat,” I asked, my tone leaving no space for the unnecessary argument I saw in his eyes.
I still hadn't signed his contract and now I was sitting beside Corbin like I was his wife. He couldn't hide his jealousy even if he tried
It still confused me how he had such deep, possessive feelings about me. I'm not dumb to think it's because of the money. Money means nothing to the royals. They throw it around on random things all the time. The Princess bought a castle simply to hold a princess party and it has been abandoned since.
They wake up and buy things on a whim and the newspapers and TV stations lap it up and put it in our faces, it was outrageous.
So no, I don't think this was about money. I didn't know much about love but the little I knew from all those dramas Momma used to watch in the TV we had in the shop, it's supposed to be slow and sensual, two people who have a crush on each other and find themselves falling hard with each passing scene.
But I hated Xavier, I had told him so. I guess I wasn't too hateful in my actions but he's the Prince and I didn't want to get punished for silly pranks that won't get me anywhere and I can't even imagine murder so killing him was out of the equation.
Besides, in moments like this, I kind of want to wipe my memory of all I know about him and give him a fresh canvas for him to draw himself in the way he wants me to see him.
But that is wishful thinking and he'll always be the villain who helps in making lives a living hell for us and the fact that he defended me in front of those horrible nurses doesn't obliterate the years of wrongs he has done to us.
But regardless, I still think he needs to sit his ass down so he doesn't faint from trying to appear strong.
Bernard brings the chair and puts it close to me and I gesture with my left hand for him to sit and he gives me a petulant look.
“Come on, you're not gonna stand all night, are you?” I ask and he finally lets go of his stubborn streak and comes to sit down.
Over the course of the night, we all find a way to sleep, me lying close to Corbin, the bed big enough without me waking him up, Theresa got a small bed from the nurses so she, Bernad and Conrad slept in front of us
Somewhere in the night, I jerk awake and I find Xavier's head cuddled on my lap as he dozed and this time, I didn't resist the strong urge to run my fingers through his glossy hair, after all he was asleep.
The moment I started, blue hairs began popping up along his nape and he purred like a kitten, delving deeper into my lap and for the life of me, I can tell you I've never been as horny and wanton as I was in that moment as I heard that sound.
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