Since being here, I’ve slept with one eye open, so to speak, which makes me tired as f**k, but I can’t let my guard down. So I feel Alanna before I hear her.
Gathering my wits, I open my eyes slowly, unsure what to expect because after yesterday, nothing shocks me anymore.
“Good morning,” Alanna says, changing my IV bag.
She’s in her doctor’s coat, so I wonder what’s going on.
“Have you heard his voice since being here?” she asks, purposely refusing to use Misha’s name.
“Whose?”
She pauses from attaching the tube to the bag, lips pursed. “Don’t act coy. You know who.”
It takes all my willpower not to reply with a smart-ass response because that isn’t going to do me any favors. “Why do you ask?”
“Because I need to know everything before the surgery. I need to know what Misha says to
