Sixty-nine

I was exhausted and my eyelids felt heavy. I forced myself to open my eyes and when I did, I found Xander sitting on a chair that didn’t look comfortable at all. He was asleep and his hand was holding mine. Memories of last night came to my mind, causing my heartbeats to quicken. Somebody tried to kill me last night.

I looked down at my chest and saw it wrapped up in bandages. Breathing wasn’t easy as there was a slight burning sensation that accompanied every breath I took.

“X-Xander,” I tried to talk, but harshness cut my throat, causing me to roughly cough. The pain in my chest increased and I felt like screaming. I needed water. Xander almost jumped from his position and quickly reached for the water bottle on the table.

“Here, drink.” He placed the bottle lip on my chappy lips. I took a few gulps and thankfully, the cool water calmed down the fire in my chest.

“It h-hurts,” I mumbled, placing my hand on my chest. I could heal myself. Probably not