Memorial Hospital : Victor's Hospital Room
The room reeked faintly of iron and medicine. Viktor lay half-propped against the headboard, a pallor spreading across his face like death's shadow.
A wet cough shook his chest, crimson spattering the cloth Damien pressed against his lips .
"Damn it…" Damien muttered, jaw clenched. "He's bleeding more again."
The others stood around the bed, eyes sunken with fatigue and fear. They had thought Viktor's injuries could be managed, that time was on their side.
But the truth was brutal... if he didn't get the medicine in three to five days, he would be gone.
Their initial estimates had been wrong. Horribly wrong.
Panic simmered in the air. Some clenched their fists until the knuckles went white, others paced restlessly in the cramped space.
"Damn that Alex!" Pavel finally burst out, voice trembling with anger and despair. "He fed us false hope! If he really cared, he would have..."
