Memories start to come back to me and I hear the beeping beside me increasing with each picture of Willow that flashes behind my eyes. Willow was taken and I’m lying in this bed not doing a damn thing about it.
How long has it been since she was taken from me? How long have I been out like this while someone else has her?
I open my eyes and try to move again but my body is so weak that I barely move my arms.
“Don’t move D. You’re in no condition to be jumping out of bed yet. Just rest.”
I look around the room to see Alina sitting in a chair at my side, holding my hand and Lev is at my other side while Mikhail, Ivan and Anton all stand at the bottom of my bed.
Doctors linger in the doorway for a minute as I continue looking around everyone while trying to get some words out.
My chest and throat are on fire with pain and I use all the strength I have to bring a shaking hand up to touch my neck. It’s covered with a bandage and I get more flashes of my hand covered in blood.
Fucking bastards shot me.
Those motherfuckers actually tried to kill me.
I watch as everyone lowers their heads when one of the doctors steps into the room.
“You are very lucky to be alive. If Lev hadn’t of got to you when he did, even if he had of arrived a minute later, you would not of made it.” One of our doctors says gruffly.
“The bullet hit the apex of your lung, as well as grazing one of the main arteries carrying blood to your heart. You lost a lot of blood, causing your heart to stop, but with CPR, plugging of the wound and stemming the blood loss, as well as emergency surgery and transfusions, we were able to bring you back.” He continues on as he steps closer to me.
“The bullet also grazed your trachea, therefore, along with being intubated while in an induced coma, it may take some time before you are able to talk normally as you would have before. In surgery we repaired the vain, controlled the bleeding from the lung apex and stabilised your airway. Since placing you in an induced coma for you to recover from the trauma and blood loss, your vitals have gotten stronger, which is why we made the decision to bring you out of it now, but you will have a long recovery ahead of you. You will also be left with a large scar from your neck, down your collarbone and onto your chest.” He clears his throat and looks around the room and I just know the next part of what he has to tell me is going to piss me off.
“Please take into consideration that you were minutes, if not only sixty seconds away from death. I know you will wishto return to your duties as soon as possible, but if you do, I am warning you that if you are injured again, you will not be as lucky.”
I watch as he glances around the others in room again and audibly swallows, there’s more news and I know he doesn’t want to be the one to tell me, but he has to. If anything has happened to Willow…
“The induced coma you have been in.” His voice is weaker now.
“You have been in it for nine days.” He finally spits out and the heart rate monitor beside me begins beeping to a dangerous level as I feel my breathing increase at a rapid rate.
“W…” I scratch out as I try again to sit up, this time my arms find the strength to push slightly against the mattress of the bed.
“Will…”
“We have a plan D. We know where she is and we have been doing everything to ensure we get her out unharmed along with all of our men too.” Lev tries to assure me.
I don’t give a fuck what they have been doing or what plans they have come up with while I’ve been placed in a fucking medical coma for nine fucking days. I need to do something. Nine days is too long for Willow to be in someone else’s hands while they do god knows what to her.
“Ge… Get… Me… Out.” Fuck even just speaking those words is making me almost pass out with the pain.
“Moy brat.” Lev says sternly beside me. I’ve never heard him use such an authoritative tone with me before and it makes me blink at him in confusion, or maybe it’s all the drugs and the fact I’m out of my mind knowing whoever took Willow still fucking has her nine days later.
“We have this under control. What use are you going to be to Willow if you’re dead all because you were an idiot. Listen to the doctor and rest.”
I look to Alina who has tears running down her face and she grabs my hand again, squeezing it before bringing it up to her mouth and kissing the back of it.
“If you had of died, I would have somehow brought you back to kill you myself.” She laughs bitterly through the tears.
“Willow needs you, get strong for her. Please.”
I nod at her in surprise at the affection she is suddenly showing me and she gets up and walks out of the room followed by Ivan and Anton who nod their heads in my direction.
Mikhail steps up to the bottom of the bed and grips my ankle.
“S vozvrashcheniyem, synok.” He says as he nods at me and walks out, leaving just Lev and I.
