Yuri’s POV
My head was splitting in two. The sharp scent of antiseptics hit my nose, and I groaned. Great. The hospital wing. Again. I yanked the IV out of my arm.
“Hey, easy there!” Drake’s voice caught me mid-yank as he grabbed me before I could faceplant into the floor like an i***t. He helped me flop back onto the bed, though my legs were shaky and weird, like I was trying to stand on Jell-O.
“What the hell am I even doing here?” I muttered, glaring up at him.
“You’ve been unconscious for a week.”
“Well, that explains why my body feels like it’s been run over by a truck.” I stretched a bit, wincing at how stiff everything felt.
“Thanks for the update, Doc.”
Drake just stared at me, his face all serious. Like, annoyingly serious.
“What? Stop staring at me like I grew a second h
