After a long struggle, Xane finally managed to drag himself toward the hall gate.
He took his time to breathe as he turned to look back at his bed. He had barely walked 10–20 feet, and he was already out of breath.
Zayn complained in his head. [Man, this is really bad. I doubt whether we would be able to reach our room or not.]
Xane took a deep breath and smiled.
[Oh come on, Xane. It was one thing to be excited about something, but in front of reality, this excitement has no place. Ahhh, more than anything, I know you are going to force me to run and everything. It's like we are back at zero and have to start again.]
Zayn continued to complain inside his head. [Hey, you psycho, it might be a joke to you, but the torture you made me go through was no joke to me.]
