Wahid finally stood up ready to walk through the door. His heart raced not knowing what to expect to see in an ICU. The long wait was over yet no one knew if the patients would live through to the next day.
He wiped at his eyes not wanting to appear weak in case a miracle happens. Walking into the room was both torturous and blissful all at once. He was going to see the man who makes his world rock again. The one he liked, loved, and lived for.
His legs felt like jelly beneath as he took in the image of his strong warrior connected to all the machines. The beeping sound was not only annoying but a wake-up call for how serious Xander was hurt.
He managed to drag himself until the bed where he held onto the metal rail as support as his weak legs could no longer support him. His entire body was covered in the hospital Scrub to ensure that there would be no direct contact with his man.
