Xena
Xavier strokes his thumb over the back of my hand, and I snuggle into him. I have missed my brother so much that I thought I'd die without him.
Xavier and I are incredibly close, and we've rarely been apart since we were born. When he walked into this room earlier, I thought I was imagining his voice. Then he held my hand, and I knew he was there.
My brother snapped me out of my trance-like safe place and brought me back to the land of the living. He even managed to convince me to take a shower, which, of course, made me feel better.
As soon as I emerged from the bathroom, ten minutes later, dressed in clean pajamas Gloria handed me, Xavier combed my hair. It brought a tear to my eye because Xavier always combed my long hair when we were kids.
Once Xavier had braided my hair, he
