Xavier felt like shit. Worse than that actually. What was worse than shit? His brain swam with the possibilities. Raw sewage? But wasn’t that just a lot of shit? Okay, so he felt like a giant steaming river of raw sewage. And his tongue was so dry, he was pretty sure he could strike a match with the tip. Was the room spinning? It had to be because he sure as hell wasn’t moving. He laid flat on his back in a sorry excuse for a bed, definitely … not moving. He hadn’t even opened his eyes and knew doing so now would only make him sick. His stomach heaved. So much for that plan. It looked like he was gonna be sick anyway. He gagged and swallowed, forcing the bile back down his throat. Ridiculous. Pathetically ridiculous. He felt like shit and now he was going to throw up. It was official. His life sucked. “Xavier.” A soft hand touched his. No, now his life sucked. “Doc.” He cleared his throat, only to croak her name again. Her fingers dug into the back of his head, sliding down his spine to help him sit up.
