Mikhail
The beeping was the first thing I heard. Steady, electronic, beeping like a metronome counting down the seconds of my life. Then came the smell, antiseptic and clean sheets.
Fuck. I hate the smell of antiseptic.
I tried to open my eyes, but they felt like they were glued shut. My body was heavy, like I was buried under tons of sand. When I tried to move my fingers, nothing happened.
"He's waking up," came a voice I didn't recognize. Feminine and professional.
"Get Dmitri," said another voice. This one was familiar, Anastasia. I managed to c***k my eyes open. White ceiling, and the bright lights burned my eyes, and medical equipment were everywhere. I was in the medical wing of our manor, the private hospital room we kept for emergencies like this.
"Don't try to move," the fi
