Victor’s POV
I woke up coughing.
The dark red blood was the fisrt thing I saw against the paleness of my hand when I opened my eyes. Shortly after, I realized that I was coughing again, only this time, the coughs came harder and more volatile. The way my chest and throat hurt was something I had never gotten used to, even after dealing with it for as many months as I had.
I leaned over the side of the bed and threw up into the bin that I had placed there the night before, coughing into it as the blood sputtered out. I felt my throat burn as it did, and I groaned out as I found myself falling from the bed onto the ground. A gasp of air left me, and I only had enough strength in my body to lift me up from the floor and lean back against the mattress.
