Xander's pov
It has been three days since we moved her into my wing, four days in total since she has been in a coma.
The healers have given up on her but too afraid to say anything to me, I overheard them one night.
They had just finished dressing her wound which has made no healing progress. I stood there watching her.
Her flawless face gave the impression that she was only asleep, as if she would wake up the next second. I took a moment to take in her form, her usual annoyed expression wasn't there, she just looked peaceful like she was sleeping.
Her long lashes slightly brushed her cheeks and her hair was fanned out on the pillow underneath her head, she looked like an angel.
The sun filtering in through the windows casted a warm glow on her pale skin, I have never seen anything more ethereal in all my years.
I took a seat next to her and watched her, my hand reached out to brush her cheek softly. Her pink lips were slightly parted as she took in soft breaths.
Her scent once again
