Chapter fifty four.

Pari's Pov (continuation.)

I wake up to the sound of continuous beeping, the strong of detergent enough to remind me of where and why I am here.

He is still hooked up to the machine, looking a little less alive.

I have never seen him like this, not even when he sleeps, he'd always have that sly smirk curved on his face.

Resting my head on our interweaved hand I let out the frustration.

He said he'd be okay. It's been hours already.

God am so sorry Xavier. It's all my fault you are in so much pain.

"It's sure is." A voice replies from above. Probably my conscience.

"I know and am....."

Wait my conscience can't speak out loud, can it?

"Do you always cry like this or is i