I gulped staring up at Xavier as he looked down at me earnestly, his intense grey eyes filled with worry, as he stood above me.

"I'll be right back love." He said rushing out of the room as he dialled a number on his phone. I waited sitting in the kitchen swinging my feet, attempting to decipher his hushed whispers as he spoke on the phone but it was too quick for me to understand.

He walked back in tucking the phone into his pocket, holding a huge white comforter in his arms and I stared at him wide eyed as he came closer to me. Gently he wrapped the blanket around me, turning me into a toasty human blanket burrito before he swooped me up into his arms holding my bundled form close to his chest. I let out a squeak in protest. The blanket was going too far, but carrying me was absolutely humiliating.

"Xavier I can walk." I squeaked out too embarrassed to look into his eyes, but I could feel his intense gaze burning into me, making my cheeks burn a deep red as the rest of my face flushed. His intense gaze not helping my feverish blush.

"You're sick." He said gruffly as if that explained why he was carrying me like an imbalanced toddler. I stared at him waiting for him to elaborate but as he looked down at me the sincerity of his eyes had me clamping my mouth shut. I forced myself to resist the strong urge to stick my tongue out at him, and then clumsily roll out of his blanketed hold.

"I've called a doctor to come here since you refuse to go to a hospital." He says and my head whips back to look at him, he ordered a doctor to come to his house, of course he was Xavier Night he could probably buy that doctor, so I stayed quiet instead settling to gnaw on my lip nervously. I didn't particularly enjoy attention of any sort including medical.

"I don't need to see a doctor." I said stubbornly as he gently laid me onto the soft bed, fixing the blanket so it now rested respectably on top of me.

"Yes you do love, I need you to get better and in order to do that you need to see a doctor." He says and I glare at him, not happy with him making decisions for me, but it didn't seem to intimidate him. A corner of his lip twitched up as he looked at me and my jaw nearly dropped open, he found my anger amusing.

He grabbed a chair bringing it to the side of my bed, and he sat down, leaning so that he nearly hovered over my face. He tenderly pressed the back of his hand to my forehead, before he shot up from his chair and I gasped, his quick actions nearly giving me whiplash as I tried to follow his running form with my gaze. Out of the room he went, only to come back minutes later carrying a huge white box.

"What is that?" I asked my voice slightly shaky.

"My first aid kit." He responded simply as if it was normal to have a first aid kit the size of a small comet.

He pulled out many medical instruments, many of which I had never seen people apply to the treatment of a cold. I gulped seeing the sharp tongs, and he looked at me confused, before realizing what he was holding and he quickly put it back into the box, walking back to me, holding three thermometers. He ripped them from their packaging, and I stared at him confused, was he going to check his own and the doctor's temperature too?

"Open up love." He said holding the three thermometers in front of my mouth and I stared at him wide eyed.

"I-I don't need three." I say my voice cracking slightly. The last thing I wanted to do was look like a drooling idiot in front of Xavier Night. Who I quite often made a fool of myself in front of as it was.

"I'm not taking the chance of one or even two being inaccurate, three gives a higher chance of them being accurate." He tells me, his voice completely serious and I stare at him waiting for him to admit he was joking. But instead he just stares at me patiently, reluctantly I open my mouth only for him to gently place two of them in my mouth at once. I clamped my mouth shut around the thermometers sulkily.

After a minute he pulled them out, his eyes growing harder as he released a small growl, before placing the third in front of my mouth. This time I didn't protest, his eyes were a darker grey, he was clearly frustrated. He placed the third thermometer in my mouth, waiting once again before urging me to open my mouth to take it out, and his eyes only grew darker as he looked at this one.

"What is taking him so long?" He growled frustratedly, getting up on his feet, his chest heaving in frustration at the doctor, and I stared at him not liking his frustration. I liked it when he was at ease, when his eyes were that mesmerizing melting silver, although this stormy grey was absolutely hypnotizing, his soft gaze was enchanting and my favourite. Hesitantly I reached out to him resting my hand on his, hoping to comfort him. His head whipped towards me, eyes melting slightly as he stared down at my hand on his own.

"Sit." I tell him quietly, and he nods settling himself in the seat, with a quiet husky huff.

"It's just a cold okay, I'm going to be fine." I tell him, struggling to keep my voice from sounding hoarse.

"Raine it's not just a cold you have a high fever you're sneezing, and you're probably having body aches." Xavier growls out, his eyes darken as he speaks. Well that quite basically amounted to a cold but I wasn't gonna be making snide comments to Xavier Night.

"You have no idea how that makes me feel. Every time I see you sneeze, how high your fever is or the way you shift uncomfortably, it drives me mad knowing that I have caused that. I want nothing more than for you to get better, and it would please me greatly if you allow me to nurse you back to health my love." He tells me keeping his intense gaze locked on to me as he speaks, his voice growing soft as he speaks of taking care of me. He keeps me trapped in the stormy depths of his eyes and I watch emotion after emotion brew into the constant storm. My mouth went dry, his intensity was not something I could handle regularly, let alone when I was feverish.

"I-I'm fine." I offer feebly, my weak words and soft voice sounding absolutely pathetic in comparison to his resounding voice and intimate bold words. I sighed softly and he looked up at me, confusion clear on his face, but I shook my head, only now realizing I had kept my hand on his all the while, the warmth was so pleasant. I quickly retreated from his warm touch, blushing. I pondered my mind desperately seeking for something to get Xavier's mind off my awkward actions, and something to rid him of the guilt clearly displayed in his beautiful eyes, and it's only when the need becomes dire am I able to speak.

"Why don't you call the doctor?" I suggest lightly, trying to hold back a sneezing fit, and I let out a breath of relief as he nods slightly walking out of the room. I try to quiet my sneezes not wanting him to worry anymore then he already was.

I calm myself slightly, only now able to hear him as he speaks on the phone, but his tone had my heart thumping in my chest. His voice was low, calm but dangerous, a lethal undertone that had me sympathizing with whom he was speaking to in that terrifying voice. His voice turned more into a growl as he went on, before I heard him hang up on someone, and he walked back in, still dangerously quiet even in his angry state.

"W-what's wrong?" I ask interrupting the cackling silence.

"The doctors stuck in traffic." He says struggling to keep his voice level, but still his voice sounds closer to a growl then his normal husky smooth drawl.

"I really don't need a doctor, it's just a cold." I tell him hoping to calm him down, but it doesn't seem to work as he walks closer to me his large form looming over me.

"I need you to get better, and I want a professional here to help you do so." He states his voice calm but lethal, his stormy eyes calming slightly as he takes in my wide eyes, as I stare up at him from within my comforter.

"This is all my fault Raine, if it wasn't for me keeping you out in the cold during a storm you wouldn't be sick. I'm so sorry my love." He says his head hung low as he refuses to look into my eyes. My heart breaks as I take in his slumped form, his beautiful dark locks in complete disarray from him running his hands through it.

I reached out a hand, using it to cup his face, I urge his head up, and he looks at me with sad grey eyes through his thick black lashes, his lips in a slight pout. It was adorably comical, and although I refused to admit it absolutely endearing to see a man his size pouting.

"It's not your fault, and besides you can take care of me." I say softly immediately regretting my precise choice of words as his grey eyes brighten, and he nods, but it was his words that had me ready to make a deal with Satan to take back my comforting words.

"Love you aren't allergic to spinach broccoli or kale, are you?" He asks and I shake my head completely horrified. He gets up pressing a soft kiss to my forehead before he walks out, leaving me dreading my words and swearing to never ever comfort anyone again.

I waited for him to come back, secretly hoping he would not have any of those three ingredients and like a normal person just give me an Advil and wish me sweet dreams. But he was Xavier Night, and Xavier Night wasn't your average civilian, he was something extraordinary, something strange, lethal yet so painstakingly beautiful.

He walked back in holding the most beautiful China I had ever seen in his hands. He cradled a small white bowl with intricate detailing of flowers carved into it in his large tan rough hands, and as he got closer my astonishment at the delicate gorgeous cup in his manly hands was set aside. My face twisting into a grimace as I caught sight of the sickly looking green liquid that swished around within the small bowl, staining it's smooth white surface with its nauseating residue.

Xavier gently set the bowl down beside me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders he guided me to sit up. Holding my cold body close to his firm warm chest, as he adjusted the pillows and I stared at him unamused by his tactics, I had a cold not bronchitis. But I chose to remain quiet, saving my energy to resist the disgusting liquid he was going to attempt to force upon me.

"Hey Xavier I think I feel better now, maybe it was just a momentary thing." I try and he looks at me unimpressed with my tactics before mischief lights up his grey eyes.

"Perhaps I should add some zucchini to this, that'll ensure your cold won't return." He says and I look at him horrified shaking my head. I take my face out from behind the protective comforter and he looks down at me his eyes filled with something akin to adoration, that had me absolutely confused. I was pale as it is, but being sick had my face flushed and a unattractive pink at the same time, perhaps he really was having a bit of a mental breakdown. I take a slight sniff of the liquid my nose immediately scrunching up.

"Come on love, drink up." He says holding the bowl in front of my face, his hand going behind my head to support it, I was really starting to think he thought a cold paralyzed you.

I take a deep breath, before hesitantly putting my mouth to the cup, my lips trembling in dread. He tips the bowl letting the foul liquid slip into my mouth and I fight to keep my dinner down as the foul liquid wrecks my taste buds.

I pull away from the bowl and Xavier lets me, satisfied with my intake of the soul cringing fluid.
"Is there anything else I can get you, pain killers, soup, chocolate, another pillow perhaps?" He asks and I shake my head at him.

"We just ate I don't need anything besides maybe some water to get this horrid taste out of my mouth." I say hoping to lighten the mood and he nods going to get up but I shake my head again.

"Xavier I was kidding I'm fine I don't need anything, sit please." I ask him, and he complies, settling his large form gracefully into the leather chair.

"That's a beautiful bowl." I say and his eyes grow soft as he answers me.

"It belonged to my mom." A deep sorrow fills his voice as he speaks of his mother, one that belonged to the longing of a lonely heart.

"You should rest love." He says and I look up at him sadly, not wanting to sleep yet.

"I'm not tired." I mutter quietly. I wasn't use to resting so much, with work and school I spent most of my day on my feet, and being ill was not an uncommon occurrence for me, so working through it was not anything out of the ordinary, even if it drove my friends and Maggie crazy.

"Then what is it you wish to do?" He asks me softly grabbing my hand into both of his warming it pleasantly.

"I want to watch the storm, maybe we could go outside." I tell him quietly, knowing even as I speak that the request was far too much of a stretch. Puppy eyes from even the most adorable of toddlers wouldn't make this request favourable to a person even remotely rational.

"The rain is what got you into this predicament in the first place, please don't go out there again Raine." He tells me his tone pleading but by the way he was looking at me, I was sure he was questioning my sanity. He reached forward letting go of my hand, pressing his palm to my forehead.

"But I love this weather, it's so beautiful, I always watch the storm." I tell him my lips forming an involuntary pout.

"No Raine I'm not letting you worsen your condition, you need to rest my little love." He tells me, and I stare up at him raising a brow. The allow word didn't particularly sit well with me, and he rushed to explain himself.

"What I mean is that you're already sick as it is, going out there will make it worse. I'm no one to order you around but Raine please don't go outside." Xavier begs and although I understand, I can't help but to let my disappointment show. I turn my face away from him, he was taking care of me as it was, I didn't want him to feel bad for being a rational mentally stable adult, but he took it the wrong way.

"Raine please don't be stubborn." He says and my brows furrow as I realize he's misunderstood, but perhaps this approach would actually work. I keep my face turned away from him, forcing an angry huff. Really how much sicker could I get?

"Fine." He growls out, wrapping me up in my blanket, he gathers me in to his arms once again, being extremely gentle, and I scowl at him squirming to get out of his hold. He shakes his head, and the frustration in his eyes tells me to stop, I had gotten my way might as well give him this. I can't help the formation of the triumphant smile on my lips, it makes Xavier bite the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling as he shakes his head at me. He mumbles something quietly under his breath that sounds to me as if he'd said adorable, but I ignore it. Surely he'd said something else, surely he was irritated with me.

Xavier carries me down the stairs with ease, turning into a room at the furthest corner of his huge home, one side of the room just one large window. I begin to struggle in his arms again, wanting to be let down, not caring how childish I looked, but he tightened his hold on me trying to look stern but his eyes were soft the almost smile still present softening his facial features. He let out a sigh setting me down on a large one armed black leather couch beside the window and I sit up, keeping the blanket around me as I stare out the window. The rain was so beautiful, so serene, the winds wild as they raked through the trees, bending them to their will, the thunder lighting up the soft serenity of the rain.

The thunder howls loudly, and I grab onto Xavier's hand yanking him down to sit with me, and he sits down. I keep my hold on his hand, it was warm and comforting, and really I just liked holding his hand, my fever was a bit too high to be embarrassed right now. I feel his gaze on my face, but I was too caught up in the beauty of the storm to care.

I shiver in excitement as the thunder strikes again lighting up the sky in its wake, and Xavier perceiving it as a shiver from the cold wrapped an arm around me pulling me into his broad chest. The heat emanating from him pressing against my back, lighting me up with its warmth. Perhaps he was cold, I let go of his hand to drape my blanket half over him and his lips quirk up slightly as he looks at me, his eyes soft, the beautiful melting silver out once again. I watch them for a moment lost in their depth, before I turn back to the storm. A little less thrilled now with the thunder and rain because although they were absolutely stunning in their contradictory beauty, they weren't nearly as beautiful to me as the soft storm that brewed in Xavier's eyes.