Can’t Win Me Back

Xavier gasped for air, his eyes fixed on the washroom door, now barricaded. He felt a sudden, clammy dread.

Lost in his throes of addiction, Jasper's eyes glazed over as he succumbed to the familiar pull of unconsciousness. He was a sitting duck, helpless and at the mercy of whatever came his way.

With a fierce glare, Xavier snatched up a mop and stormed to the door, his voice sharp and strained. "Who's there?

A steady and low voice came from the other side of the door. "Mr. Hall, it's me. Julien."

Xavier's grip loosened, the mop clattering to the floor as tears burst forth. "Dr. Lovelace!"

"Don't panic. I'm the only one out here. There's no one else here." Julien's voice softened, laced with urgency." Jasper is having an episode, isn't he? Let me in so I can take a look at him."

Hastily wiping his face, Xavier shoved the cart aside and fumbled with the lock. The door creaked open, and Julien slipped inside, lithe and precise, locking it swiftly behind him.

Mr. Beckett. You are the only one who can save

exhaled sharply and

had bound his hands with his own necktie. He then gagged Jasper with his tie, a desperate measure to

ashen, his lips quivering as

Help me..." Jasper's bloodshot eyes met his, pleading, drowning in agony. His body shook uncontrollably, tears carving paths down

bag from his pocket, unfolding it to

Jasper's temple. "You're not just my friend. You're my patient. I am responsible for you. I will answer with my

had been

happened to Julien? How would Jonah cope? And Alyssa... What would she

already moving, deftly inserting needles at key points on Jasper's head

and dazed, his breathing steadied,

wrists. "How long has he been