Xavier lurched upright, droplets of sweat splashed his white blanket.
*Gasp-gasp*
He looked around taking time to take things in and to breathe. The air around him was humid and the sheets of his bed were damp along with his shirt.
'I'm pretty sure some sweat got into my eyes because it stings.'
He thought, brushing his damp curly hair to the side. Looking to the ceiling fan, he felt a kind of melancholy, you get randomly in the morning, and then turned his head back to his pillows and blankets.
"Auuughh."
'Not this again'
he groaned in frustration laying cross-legged on his bed.
"Cleaning this would be such a pain.'"
*Ba-Thump*
"Kkcc…eh"
He felt his heart beat once.
"ARRRGHH!"
'NOT THIS AGAIN'
*Ba-Thump Ba-Thump Ba—Thump*
"AHHH, hahh, hahh"
His heart was at least beating with 120 beats per minute, which normally wouldn't have been too bad for a normal person.
'too bad I have angina'
*Ba-Thump Ba-Thump Ba—Thump Ba-Thump Ba-Thump Ba—Thump*
"Arrggh—AHHHGHH."
Every time Xavier felt his heart beat, a blunt pain swelled from inside his chest, as if the grim reaper took a bat and swung it up and down repeatedly without ever stopping. The pain quickly escalated as Xavier shriveled into a ball. He had run out of air to scream
"Ba-THUMP Ba-Thump Ba—THUMP Ba-Thump Ba-THUMP Ba—Thump*
Xavier could barely think, his mind was in pieces, jumbled by all the pain. he'd tried desperately to piece it together but as that damned skeleton swung, the pain would only break whatever he was trying to put together. The pain was so bad, he didn't even realize that his hand was on his chest, until he clenched so tightly on his t-shirt that his skin was swelling and droplets of red started leaking from where his fingers touched his shirt staining it red.
The sharp pain like a salted knife brought him some clarity.
'They say you can't think when you get beat, but you can when you get stabbed.Never got stabbed but…*Ba—Thump* OUCH, intrusive thoughts'
Xavier is weird.
*ba—thump ba—thump ba—thump*
"tch…"
He felt a muted rhythm in his heart, it was quickly getting rapid, and more intense.
'Gotta look around'
*ba-Thump ba-Thump ba—Thump*
"Ugh"
Xavier felt a bit of an ache, there were light palpitations of pain, but nothing he couldn't handle.
His eyes darted to his closet examining everything inside.
'No nothing'
Then left to the hanging shelf, the suspended wood held miscellaneous items, like cups or trophies, but nothing to help with this damned pain of his.
"FUCK"
He cursed in a mix of frustration and pain.
Ba-Thump Ba-Thump Ba—Thump
At this point the pain was becoming almost too intense to bear. He was starting to lose control of mind again before his eyes locked on to…
'YES THE DESK!'
To the right of the closet and about 3 meters away from his bed was Xavier's desk and workplace, where he normally keeps all of his experiments and notes and…
"Medicine."
He said out-loud his voice hoarse, overcome by joy as he saw in on his table, a distinct cylinder container with a red lid labeled "prescription", Xavier quickly jumped up in joy, and started running to the table.
*BA-DUMP BA-DUMP BA—DUMP*
A torrent of pain, each successive one felt even more excruciating than the last, like someone grabbed his heart and ripped it out three times. Feel down on his knees, practically dragging himself to his desk, His red nails digging into the wood, chipping it until he could only drag with his fingers, leaving red marks on his floor and his fingers.
'Almost there'
8 foot
*BA—DUMP BA—DUMP BA—DUMP BA—DUMP*
All his thoughts were getting filled with *BA—DUMP* his heavy breaths were *BA—DUMP* by *BA—DUMP*.
4 foot
His arms were giving *BA—DUMP* and he have *BA—DUMP* urge to curl up into a ball and close his *BA—DUMP*
'No i'd *BA—DUMP* die'
He *BA—DUMP* scream nor did he have time to, every *BA—DUMP* was living agony.
2 foot
Xavier's fingers dug into the floor to an even greater extent, the somewhat relieving the agonizing heartbeat and keeping him sane, you can say that it was the only thing keeping the grim reaper from dragging him to god knows where.
0 foot
Xavier had never been so happy to see a desk ever *BA—DUMP* his life, it's view on the floor *BA—DUMP*like a messiah looking down and spreading warmth *BA—DUMP*it's servants, the luxurious grooves and curves of its brown legs *BA—DUMP* Xavier rejoiced, he had regained a *BA—DUMP* appreciation for desks and will swear to never take it for granted ever.
That is if he does collapse from another heart attack.
Xavier weakly supported his body up, weakly reaching for the prescription on his desk. He smiled as he felt his hands wrapping around the pill container, and he beamed looking like a crack addict as he held it with both his hands the surreal plastic touch made him feel so alive.
With shaking hands he opened the cylinder packaging and poured a pill on his hand.
He put it to his mouth and swallowed without hesitation.