Alessia
I’m in a hospital.
The room comes into focus. The low chatter of Russian coming from the hallway provides the next clue.
Moscow.
I was in a hotel with Mika. And I fell asleep without taking my insulin. But I shouldn’t feel this bad.
I feel horrible. Groggy and tired. I try to move and find blood-filled tubes are coming out of my arm. I try to sit up, but I’m too weak. Too tired. I lift my head and look around. “Vlad?”
Movement comes from the corner, and Mika’s pinched face comes into view.
“Where’s Vlad?”
“He’s here, he’s talking with the doctors.”
“I don’t feel right. What’s this?”
Mika’s chin wobbles. I realize his eyes are red. “You had problem. Your—I don’t know how to say it in English—” He touches his back.
“Kidney?”
“Da. Kidney failed. Vlad is getting you transpl
