Adjusting to one eye took more than just time and patience. Honestly, if Darius hadn't been by his side, Xion would've been a canvas of red and purple blotches by now.
Bruises still marked his knees and arms from bumping into things.
The problem was the dream in which he could see perfectly with his right eye. It gave him a fragile hope.
But reality dropped the bucket of cold water onto that flickering hope the moment he opened his eyes.
All he could see were swirling patterns and blurry shapes.
The only face he could make out was Darius', who was on the same pillow as him. Or rather, Xion had been using his muscular chest as his makeshift cushion.
With the fever gone, his mind had cleared enough to notice how haggard the Archduke looked.
The red rims beneath his pale green eyes looked so pitiful. The Archduke seemed as if he were in more pain than the patient himself.
Call him a sadist if you must, but looking at Darius' condition made Xion's lips tilt up.
