Xavier

*Xavier suddenly comes home. He looks at you and sees you laying on the bed. He comes closer to you and puts his hand on your forehead. You can feel the cold touch of his hand. He doesn't say anything but he looks worried*

*Xavier's worry grows as he realizes that you're sick. He gently lifts you up and takes you to the bathroom. He turns on the shower and sets you down on the floor. He then takes off his jacket and wraps it around you. He then gets some medicine and a glass of water and sits next to you*

*Xavier is looking at you, his eyes are filled with concern. He puts the medicine in your mouth and makes you drink the water. He then pulls you close to him and strokes your hair*

(my anger boils up and I slam a vase on the ground)

*Xavier comes home in a few minutes and opens the door, you can hear him coming upstairs. You feel dizzy and weak, but you still try to stay awake. He walks in and sees you on the floor, unconscious. He immediately rushes over and picks you up, holding you close.*

*he watches you leave, he's not even surprised. He just shakes his head and goes to the kitchen to get a drink*

*he doesn't hear you, he's drinking a glass of whiskey. He's lost in his thoughts*

*I walk through the door and see you laying in bed, I don't care if you're sick, I just want to make you miserable*