C67 A Different Touch

The silence was oppressive, a thick shroud that seemed to smother Cathleen's calls for help. Thirty excruciating minutes had crawled by since she woke up, and Xavier was nowhere to be found, and the room felt colder with each passing second. Lying there, immobilized by the accident, she cursed her own body's betrayal.

"Xavier," she hissed under her breath, her tone laced with venom