[MIKHAIL]
"Mimi!!!" Luna Irina cried out in agony when she followed the blood trail and was met with an unconscious son who was lying in a pool of his own blood.
The shock stopped her in her tracks as she tried to make it all make sense.
She had just gotten her son back and now here he was, laying in a puddle of his own blood. The sight of crimson on the pale white tiles was crashing Luna Irina's heart and she felt like her world was always stopping.
"No… Not my son, please, no," Luna Irina cried out as she rushed to Mikhail, who was still folded in an uncomfortable position on the floor. He looked like he had to have been in so much pain and it just wasn't right.
"I left him literally five minutes ago. What the fuck happened to him?" Ilya asked worriedly as he helped Luna carry Mikhail to the bed. He was as light as a feather and with his blood dripping on the sheets, Mikhail was in clear danger.
"Did he say something to you?" Luna Irina asked as she checked her son.
