Mikhail
I gazed at her as tears clouded her eyes but I didn't care. At least I was telling the truth.
“Let's go home, you're done.” I said, taking the sheets off her.
“What?” She asked, confusion etched on her face. “But I still ache all over.”
“Doesn't matter, little one.” I said, removing the IV from her hand.
“Ouch!” She winced in pain as blood seeped out. “That hurt.”
“Let's get out of here. We’ll treat you better at home.” I said, holding her hands. My grip was gentle.
As we stepped out, the doctors looked at us, confused.
“What are you doing sir?” The nurse asked, glaring at me.
“Don't look at me like that, old hag.” I hissed.
“You can't take her away in this condition.” She glared, her hands on her waist.
“She's my wife. I get to do anything I want with her.” I said
