Internal Battle

At the crack of dawn, after receiving thorough medical attention and getting a few hours of sleep, Xavier lay in his infirmary bed with his eyes open. His hand was still tightly grasped around the handle of his gun. And after being shot twice, it was difficult not to be in pain. Especially since he refused to take any painkillers that would numb his senses and dull his reflexes. However, thankfully, one was only a flesh wound, and the bullet had passed cleanly through, while the other had struck his collarbone.

His bone had cracked but would recover in a matter of weeks as long as he didn't put extreme strain on it. The medics in the infirmary had also carefully taken out the bullet and stitched up all his wounds. So, as long as he was careful and got the rest he needed, he wouldn't require any more medical attention.

However, it was the mental damage he sustained that was impossible to recover from.

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