Viviana dropped to the floor with a heavy thud, grunting and breathing rapidly. Her chest was pounding, the wound was bleeding and soaking up the hospital gown she had been changed into by Valentina.
"Niko… Nikolas."
Viviana pushed herself regardless, crawling and trying to get to her feet. She staggered, gripping the edge of the door to step out of the room. "Nikolas!" Her face was pale, eyes barely open.
"Nikolas! Nikolas!"
Footsteps resounded, and her face lit up, only to fall in the next moment. The person before her wasn't her Nikolas. But it was someone she'd never met before. A short haired-woman.
Valentina's eyes shifted to her bleeding shoulder and her face twisted. "Oh for heaven's sake. You're bleeding! Why did you get out of bed? Why did you move? You've opened the wound up." S
She quickly rushed up to her, grabbing her to lead her back to the room. But Viviana shook her head. "Please help me."
"I am helping you—"
"No, no, you don't—you don't understand."
