Scarlett sat stiffly, leaning against the cold floor and wall. Thankfully, it was nearly summer, and the room's air conditioner wasn't on, so she didn't feel cold.
What bothered her more was the sight of Xavier's leg, which was still bleeding heavily. She frowned slightly.
"Mr. Stroud, how about lying on the bed?"
If she could coax him to sleep, she could then treat his wounds properly. The bathroom really wasn't the best place for this. But to her surprise, Xavier suddenly turned his head toward her, eyes burning intensely.f
"Will you lie down with me?"
"Huh?" Scarlett was caught off guard. "I… I don't think that's appropriate…"
The moment the words left her mouth, his expression immediately turned into pure disappointment, like a child who had just been refused candy. Something about that look tugged at her heart. In his current mental state, he really seemed like a lost child.
She didn't know what kind of childhood he'd had, but it was clear that he lacked a deep sense of security. He was terrified of being left alone. She couldn't help but reach out and gently pat his shoulder like one would to soothe a child to sleep.
"Don't be afraid. I'll stay by your side. I won't let anyone bully you or hurt you. I'll wait with you until you're all better."
She noticed his eyelids drooping a little. He looked sleepy, but he couldn't seem to fall asleep. His whole body was restless, and his breathing had grown a little heavy.
So, she softly suggested again, "Let's go to bed, okay? I'll lie down with you."
"… Mm." Xavier grabbed her wrist tightly, almost fearfully, as if worried she'd go back on her word.
Scarlett sighed. For now, she could only treat him like a scared child. One of her hands was held in his iron grip, while the other helped support him as they walked to the bed.
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