All I could think was, 'Oh, my brain must have malfunctioning right now.'
"You're burning hot. Are you alright?"
Before I could even process it, I felt a hand support me from behind. My eyes, heavy and unfocused, drifted toward the source of the voice. It was Xavier, looking at me with concern etched into his face—a face I wasn't supposed to see here.
"Cici?"
In my feverish mind, I wondered if I was still dreaming. Maybe this was just another nightmare, a cruel illusion. But as I kept my eyes closed for a moment, the warmth of his presence lingered, grounding me.
When I slowly opened them again, I realized—this is real.
Xavier was in my room. He was carrying me as he placed me gently back on my bed.
