"You just can't keep your nose out."
"Mia?" Luc walked into the room, looking concerned. Xavier stepped away from me as Luc took my face into his hands and looked me over. "Kelly said you passed out. What's wrong? Has a doctor seen you?"
"She refuses to see a doctor," Xavier said coolly.
Luc looked at the older man. "You found her?"
"In the stairwell," Xavier answered.
"What were you both doing there?" he asked.
"Luc," I said.
Xavier cut me off. "Talking."
Luc's brow furrowed and I put my hands on his to take them off my face so that I could speak but Xavier beat me to it. "I caught her on my way out. Reminding her to try and see her father."
I turned my head, confused by the turn of conversation Xavier had taken.
"I think we all realize life's too short. Imagine if something were to happen to Hector and you hadn't managed to fix your relationship," Xavier said to me.
I felt my blood run cold. My father and I may not have been on speaking terms and he may have forced me to choose, but he was still my Dad. I had done all I could to look after him from the moment I could, and Xavier stood there making veiled threats.
Luc pulled me in close and buried his nose in my hair, kissing the top of my head. "He has a point, Mia. We need to go and see your Dad as soon as the doctor has seen you."
"I don't need a doctor," I argued. "I haven't been eating well."
Ever since everything with Stefan, I hadn't been able to eat properly. Food wouldn’t settle in my stomach.
I glanced over to Xavier and his words were ringing in my ears. The only reason I came into Luc's life was to save my Dad. I couldn't let anything happen to him.
"Can we just go home?" I asked, looking up at Luc.
"Are you sure?"
I nodded, desperately wanting to be away from this room and as far away from Xavier as possible.
"Okay," Luc said. "Let's get you home. Thanks, Xavier. Any luck with Mom?"
"Don't mention it," Xavier brushed him off. "I'm still talking to her."
"Thanks," Luc said and led me out of the room.
"Hope you feel better soon, Mia," Xavier called after us. I didn't turn around to him, instead, I kept walking with Luc, gripping his hand a little tighter.
When we got to the car I was quiet and Luc put his hand on my knee. I covered it with my own and Luc picked my hand up and kissed the back of it.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Luc asked, worried about me.
"Just tired," I lied to him.
"We'll be home soon."
I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the headrest while Luc started the car. My mind spun with everything that had happened and I started to feel sick again. Lately, I had been put off food and feeling nauseous, which was unusual for me. Everyone I had been around hadn't been sick, so I doubted I’d picked up an illness. Nausea, tiredness and now passing out, I had to be sick, which meant imposing myself to isolation so no one else would catch it... unless what I had wasn't contagious.
My eyes snapped open and I sat up straight.
"Luc, you need to stop at a drugstore," I told him.
