Zara
I had never been so glad to leave a hospital bed. The sterile scent and the ever-watchful eyes of the doctor made it impossible for me to rest properly. As soon as the doctor cleared me, I was led to my new room. It felt strange, being given a room in Xavier's home, like I was some sort of guest when, in reality, I was anything but.
The door swung open, and I stepped inside. My breath caught in my throat as I looked around. The room was bathed in hues of purple, from the curtains to the bedding. It was beautiful, far beyond anything I could have imagined. And the color—my favorite color. How did he know? For a brief moment, I forgot everything. I forgot that I was essentially a prisoner here, that Xavier had locked me up, that I had pleaded for escape.
