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They wrapped my weak torso and shoulders, making sure everything was covered securely. I stared at myself in the mirror for a while, silence overcoming the room as the two men watched me. A broken warrior. It's not like this hasn't happened before. No one else besides Xander knows though. Xander's father looks at me like I died, his face dropping to the newly stitched wound on my back. I stood up, a pop coming from my back then a light pain. I started to fall forward but Xander's arms caught me, wrapping around my waist and pulling me to him. "The worst things happen to the best people," he whispers, his head leaning against mine. "But you're not throwing away your shot." I smiled at the Hamilton reference and pointed to the doors, ready to leave. He picked me up from under my legs and