...Xavier POV...
It's barely been 24 hours since Lexi's late night battle, but already I'm finding time to go by so slowly. Without her, it's like time is standing still. In a brutal and agonizing way. I'm anxiously waiting for the next 24 hours to go by, in hopes that she will come back to me.
I'm sitting at her side, looking down at her. She looks so fragile. Her skin has lost colour from her extreme blood loss, and bruises have already begun to form all over her body. I find myself cursing her appearance. I've always seen her as a delicate, yet strong woman. I love the passion and ferocity that flows within her. Seeing her like this, completely shatters me. The thing that I hate most, is knowing that I wasn't there to protect her.
I've talked to psychiatrists and psychologists on t
