Xavier’s pov
I sat next to Alexander’s hospital bed, watching him breathe. His face was relaxed now, his usual smirk creeping back as he scrolled through his phone. I couldn’t help but shake my head. Here he was, stitches fresh on his arm, lying in a hospital bed, and still, nothing phased him. That was Alex for you.
"How’re you feeling?" I asked, leaning back in the uncomfortable plastic chair. I couldn’t relax. Not after everything that happened tonight. Even if the doctors said he’d be fine, seeing him bleed like that had shaken me more than I’d ever admit.
Alex glanced up from his phone, that same casual expression on his face. "I'm fine, Xavier. Just a scratch. No need to worry." His voice was nonchalant, but I wasn’t convinced.
I clenched my fists, feeling the familiar sting of g
