Xavier's eyes fluttered open, and the beeping of machines surrounding him greeted him. He tried to remember what had happened, but his memories were hazy and fragmented. As he slowly sat up, a nurse rushed over to him, concern on her face.
"Whoa, easy does it, Alpha Xavier! You need to stay calm and rest," she said, helping him back onto the pillow. "You've been out of it for a while, and we're still trying to get you fully recovered. Unfortunately, you're not healing as quickly as expected, Alpha."
Xavier's gaze scanned the room, trying to take in his surroundings. He was in a hospital room with white walls, beeping machines, and sterile white sheets. He could see the faint outlines of tubes and wires attached to his body, and a faint smell of antiseptic filled his nostrils.
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