Makai woke up, coughing. That was all fine and normal, according to everything he’d read online. He didn’t, however, care much about way the kitten sleeping next to his head on the pillow startled and dug its claws on the closest thing—Makai’s shoulder.
“Ow, f**k!” he hissed, mindful of Emil sleeping next to him.
The kitten, Makai thought it was Willow, got off his pillow and went to curl up with her siblings by Emil’s feet.
Makai sighed, coughed a couple of more times, spat some disgusting stuff into a napkin, and took a drink of water. He rubbed his chest and hoped the ache would settle soon. He wasn’t on any heavy pain meds anymore, just the over-the-counter stuff, and he didn’t want to have to take more than the bottle instructed.
He checked his cell for the time and saw it was alr
