AT THE SAME TIME
SELENE'S POINT OF VIEW:
the air in the room was too still. Even with Adrian crying silently at Xavier's side and the soft clinks of instruments being rearranged by Charlie's gloved hands it felt like everything was holding its breath. Xavier lay there, sweat beading on his brow, lips pale, skin drawn tight like he'd been fighting a war in his own body. And maybe he had. I have seen strong omegas push through worse, but this? This was personal. Too close. Too fragile. Charlie muttered something under his breath and quickly pulled a vial from his case, his normally steady hands moving faster, now sharper.
"Talk to me." I said lowly, stepping closer. "How bad?"
Charlie didn't answer immediately. He pressed two fingers to Xavier's neck, checking his pulse for what must've been the third time. Then, finally, he looked up and I didn't like what I saw in his eyes.
