Asher returned to the ward with a cup of juice in his hand, only to nearly collide with Xavier, who was already stepping out of the room like a man who had never been stabbed open hours ago.
His brows furrowed instantly.
"What's going on? Aren't you supposed to be resting? You're injured, remember?" Asher asked, his voice filled with disbelief as he looked Xavier up and down.
Xavier merely rolled his eyes dramatically before brushing invisible dust off his sleeve.
"Oh, don't worry about that. Let's just leave already. I'm not spending another minute in that damn room. The stench of antiseptic has practically attached itself to my hair." He grimaced in disgust, fingers combing through his dark strands as though trying to rid himself of the scent.
Asher stared at him for a moment before laughing softly.
"Our prince smells like a hospital ward now?"
Xavier scoffed and shoved him lightly.
