I heard it before I was even conscious. The authoritarian note in his voice made me want to obey on one side, but another equally important part of me wanted to rebel and tell him to go to hell.
“Don’t move. You’re still bleeding, even though your regenerative capacity is pretty good.”
Painful wasn’t strong enough to indicate how much I was suffering. I had the impression that thirty-eight tons had just rolled over my head and, as if once hadn’t been enough, it had continued back and forth a few more times. Too generous.
When I opened my eyes, the throbbing overwhelming my brain increased, ripping a pitiful moan from me.
A face that I had seen before bent over mine. It was the brown-haired, green-eyed meta, the one in line with Ulrich.
I straightened up still staring at him, almost fo
