CLARA
I am sitting on the edge of the bed where Xavier is lying on. It is clear to me that he is in a lot of pain but he assured me that he is okay. I know that he is lying and he does not want to tell me the truth but it does not matter what he says I will get to the truth.
I am just about to open his shirt to look at the bruise when he stops my hand and I can see the worry in his eyes when he says he does not know if I should open his shirt. I think that he is afraid that I might think differently of him when I see it but this is not going to stop me.
"Please..."
I try to put as much compassion into that one word so that he could know that I will not judge him. I make sure to keep looking into his eyes and letting him know that I care about him. He closes his eyes and lifts up his ha
