Dimitri awakened slowly. The light hurt his eyes. The first face he saw was that of a redheaded young woman, leaning over him. He shut his eyes.
One thing he knew. He lay in a bed with soft sheets, and he could hear doctors and nurses bustling around, and smell medicines, and taste the sourness in his mouth. He'd had some medicine, maybe, though he didn't recall.
The red-haired woman smiled at him, her turquoise eyes bright. "How do you feel?"
Her voice. It was her voice that he heard when she was taking him somewhere. She and the male he heard. They were taking him somewhere.
"Is this the dungeon?"
She laughed softly in response. "No."
"Where am I?"
"The Healing Wing," she said. "You've been out of it for an hour."
"Out of it?"
His mind was hazy, muddled.
"You've been unconscious," she said with a gentle smile. "No wonder. You were healing from being staked."
Staked.
"Through the heart?" he asked, tentatively.
"Yes."
