She was tired... There had been some complications in the delivery because the twins were early... Both had been born breech, and Xavia was stuck in the hospital, recovering from things... Artair was probably off doing some things that needed to be done, though normally was right there to hold her hand and such. The babies were going to be fine, they were as healthy as two, preemie babies could be and expected to be out of the incubators after a few days. They were quite alright... It had just been a manner of stress overload on Xavia with all that had happened and she was lucky things were as okay as they were.

She was hooked up to an IV, painkillers running through her and causing her to lay there drowsily. She was curled up on her side, kind of staring at the nurse as she wrote things down. The nurse knew she wanted to see her children, she had asked when she could. She would need to be wheeled to them, to where the incubators were.

Derek had been there the twins were born and after that, been visiting whenever he had the chance to. Now was the time that he could go and visit for a bit before heading to the Honeycomb to let Vix out of his room (he was still afraid that Vix might get kicked out).

"Hey, Xavia," Derek greeted as he walked into the patient room. He went over to her and kissed the top of her forward. "Are you doing any better today?"