You sit up. Your chest feels tight, itchy, and wrong. Your back remembers the touch of silver. You shudder.
"Easy," the doctor says, putting a gentle, but firm hand on your shoulder. "Take it slow. You've been unconscious for a while. We didn't think you'd make it."
You yank back the sheets. Your chest is covered in a thick layer of stark white bandages.
"What happened?" you whisper.
"You were found by some joggers early this morning washed up on the riverbank. They thought you were dead. You were close to it."
beep beep beep beep beep
Sergi. "My friend..."
"He's here too. You were holding onto him. He hasn't woken up."
"Let me see him."
"He's... not in a good way. Please lie down."
"Let me see him," you say again, and there is some wolf in your voice now. The man steps back, hands hovering. The woman glares at you. You don't care. You need to find Sergi and get the hell out of here.
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