My Luna is a Witch

16

Chapter 16

Xavier found himself in his bedroom when he woke up. His head was throbbing in pain; he had the urge to vomit every passing second. He groaned in pain and finally got up from his bed. Walking into the bathroom, he splashed some cold water on his face to get fully awake.

He looked at himself in the mirror. There were bags under his eyes, his complexion got quite pale, like no blood in his body, and he looked lean and weak. His head spun again, and he puked on the sink.

What the hell is happening to me? Why do I feel this s**t? What happened yesterday? Or the day before that? Why can’t I remember anything? What day is today?

He puked all over again.

There was a knock on his door, and someone entered, “Xavier? Are you awake? I heard some voices.” Mr.Patel asked. Xavier was mouth washing when he heard him. He spits the mouthwash and comes out of the bathroom.

“Mr.Patel, what are you doing here?” He asked in a hoarse tone, his brows furrowed as he almost couldn’t recognize his voice.

Mr. Patel's eyes watched him from head to toe, “You look frail,” he uttered.

Xavier shrugged him off and sat on the bed, “I’m fine. . . just a bit tired. I think I ate something weird last night or maybe. . . I don’t know,” He massaged his forehead.

Mr.Patel's heavy footsteps entered the room. He put his hands on his shoulders, concerned about lacing in his eyes, “Xavier, you’ve been unconscious for three days,” he said.

Xavier’s eyes widened after hearing him, “What?”

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They were sitting at the kitchen table. Mr. Patel was cooking porridge for him. Xavier's head was still throbbing with pain. The news he heard a moment before shocked him to the core.

“I passed out for three days?!” The realization hit him once again,

Mr. Patel put a steaming bowl of porridge in front of him, took a seat opposite his, and told him to eat.

“Scarlet! Where is she?” He asked him.

Mr. Patel hesitated before answering him, “Xavier, she’s. . . still unconscious,”

“What?” Xavier’s brows frowned, “What the hell is going on? Why aren’t you telling me anything?!” He thumped his fist on the kitchen table, clattering the spoon into the bowl.

“Calm down.” Mr. Patel said in an authoritative tone, “You’re the first one who woke up. Sal is also unconscious back at home, but now that you’re awake, I believe he will also very soon.”

Xavier’s face scrunched in confusion, “Will you please tell me anything? Why is Sal unconscious? Why is Scarlet, and why was I passed out for three days? What happened to me?” He asked in a desperate tone.

Mr. Patel traced his tongue on his upper lip before speaking, “I was going to ask you about what happened,”

“I-I don’t know. I don’t remember anything,” He said, “Does the pack know about this?” He asked.

“You all had a high fever, so I told them you were all sick. The pack is still not in the condition to burden them with any news. I heard that, in fever, humans get knocked out for a day or two, but we wolves surpass them on every level. In my days, wolves usually didn’t get sick because of our high immunity, but when one does, they will have to be knocked out for three days to a week. If you didn’t wake up today, I would call someone from the pack,” Mr. Patel said.

“Do you think the three of us just got sick coincidently?” Xavier asked him.

Mr. Patel folded his fingers before speaking, “I don’t know. Three days ago, I was waiting for Sal to come back home. He’s a punctual kid, so I assumed he was at your place when I couldn’t get him on the call. I gave the key to Sal of your apartment. I knocked on your door, but there was no response from the other side. I felt something was wrong, so I broke the door and entered— sorry about that, I got it fixed already.”

“I found you and Scarlet. . . in each other’s embrace on the floor; you were holding her tightly— the three of you were unconscious. I tried to get you all to wake up— all of you were burning with fever. Sal has rarely got sick, and so do you. I put you all in separate bedrooms and have been checking up on you since then. Now my question is— what happened, Xavier? Did you guys eat something weird? Was there a virus at school that you all three caught?” Mr. Patel asked.

“No. . . no. I have no memory of what happened, but why would I hold her in my arms? Gosh, I got goosebumps just thinking about this. Aren’t you making this part up to annoy me?” he asked.

“Do I look like someone who has the time to joke?” Mr. Patel said in a stoic tone.

“No. . . you don’t, but Mr. Patel, I have no memory of such a thing,” he said.

Mr. Patel raised his brows, “What is the last thing you remember?”

“I was thinking of quitting school. Not thinking, I’m sure I made up my mind, and then it’s all hazy. I think I had argued with Scarlet in previous days.”

“Of course you did. It’s a part of your routine now,” Mr. Patel sighed, “I believe I looked too much into it. This must be some wild virus that you all caught. Let’s wait for the others to wake up,” Mr. Patel said, a horizontal line creased on his forehead as he got up from his seat. “I have something to do, eat and rest. I’ll see you in a bit.

Both he and Xavier were unsettled by this conversation and knew there was more to the story. Xavier took his first bite of porridge when his head began to throb with pain again.

“f*****g s**t! I knew living among humans was a disastrous plan from the start,” Xavier mumbled in frustration.

(To be Continued)