Grozdan's POV
"What do you mean you have no idea?" Her eyes looked frantic, panicked even, if I wasn't so dazed I might've been happy about how much concern she was showing me.
I tried to push myself up to a sitting position but the moment I moved I felt a sharp pain shoot up my chest, a guttural moan left my lips followed by a string of less than flattering curse words in Bulgarian.
"Careful!.." Michi yelled placing one hand on my lower back while another gripped my hand as she guided me upright "you were in pretty bad shape back there, your chest was too banged up for me to put a feeding tube down your throat so I put the blood in intravascular" she points to the drip that disappeared into my arm, over my head hung a bag of fresh blood which smelled so good it made my throat dry "I wasn't sure what your blood type was but I thankfully found some O- tucked in the back, talk about a stroke of dumb lu-"
