In Xander's room, he quickly showered while trying not to strain his leg injuries.
"I should have gone back to my own house instead of coming here," he thought out loud as he tried to wear his clothes. "Or at least, I could have asked Samantha to help me shower," he added, hissing under his breath as he made his way to the bed.
He looked around the room which only consisted of a bed, a closet, and some chairs and tables with little to no fancy furniture lying around. The only difference between it and the rooms given to the other girls was that it was much larger than theirs.
The bed sank with his weight as he searched for the pillow to rest his head.
Xander faced the ceiling as several memories clouded his mind. Memories he wanted to forget but were difficult to do. Memories he wished he could go back in time and fix but were impossible to do.
