I wake up early the next morning, only to find that Xavier isn't there. I call out to him, hoping that he'll respond.
"Major?"
No response. I try calling for him once again.
"Major?"
Once again no response. I sigh, figuring that he must be at work, or in his office, or just busy. I attempt to sit up, as I look around the room. I can feel my side begin to throb, and I gasp out in pain.
"Little Bear? What are you doing? You need to rest!" I hear Xavier's frantic voice as he approaches the bed.
He reaches over, and makes me comfortable. He sets me in a makeshift sitting position, using a bunch of pillows. Careful not to disturb my stitches, nor my ribs.
"Sorry. I was looking for you. I didn't know where you went." I say once my side begins to calm down.
Xavier sits on the bed beside
