Xeron
Tennesee City, Haitus Hospital, 1 pm
'Grab me when you feel sick"
Xanthus nodded softly, on hearing those words. Two days had passed and now, there was the only improvement which the doctor explained through black paper scans that Xeron made no head or tail of. After the long speech of his ribs and backbone, Xeron accepted the scans and records given to him after one question,' Is he okay?". the doctor nodded and he sighed after realizing how he had just wasted ten minutes of his life.
"Hurting?", the soothing voice that calmed him despite the veins strangling every inch of his fragility and a bunch of tubes running in and out.
