Nikolai Vetrov
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The hospital smelled like antiseptic.
I hated the smell of antiseptic.
But I’d been there for six hours already.
My grandfather was propped up in bed, looking frail in a way that felt fake. The doctors came in now and then, muttering words like stable, observation, minor episodes, and many more.
I still wasn’t sure what exactly was wrong with him.
It seemed like Rafael had been right again. It was obviously another way to bring me home even after “giving me time to get the American out of my system.”
I heaved a deep breath and threw my head back on the couch that sat opposite my grandfather’s bed. Rafael was right about a lot of things, but it was the smugness in which he said them that pissed me the f**k off.
He knew too much about me which was why it was eas
