Bright white ceiling and blinding lights. Xavier winced and squeezed his eyes shut before opening them again.
"SIR! YOU'RE AWAKE!" His bodyguard was quick to his side.
"Don, I was stabbed and not... I can hear just fine", he pulled himself up to sit and immediately groaned from the pain.
"You remember?" Don asked as he adjusted his bed to make his boss comfortable.
Xavier was more focused on the wound. He could vividly remember the ghastly sight that was of his blood soaked shirt. The sight of blood has been a sight he could not stand for a long time now, especially his own, and especially after he was shot... He felt the bandage on the left of his abdomen underneath the hospital gown.
"Luckily, the stab wasn't too deep, so no vital organs were hit and you didn't lose a lot of blood", Don explained as he watched Xavier cover himself.
"What happened to those men?" He looked at his hand. His knuckles were bruised and he felt the sting.
