Nikolai’s P.O.V.
“Doctor, can we please move on to discussing recovery options?” I pleaded, growing increasingly frustrated with the poking and prodding that had been going on over the past several hours. I sighed and let my head fall back against my pillow as a nurse took a sample of blood for another progressive test
Doctor Cassian arched his brow in frustration and let his silence speak as an answer. When he saw that I understood he wouldn’t be rushing his proceedings, he finally said in a soft yet stern voice, “I have a few more things to ensure before we speak about long-term solutions.” He set his clipboard down and moved to stand nearer my head. “Does the bandage cause any discomfort?” he asked,
“No,” I replied. “Not anymore at least.” My fingers brushed over the gauze padding, t
