The room was quiet, except for the soft whir of the air conditioner and the occasional faint sound of the IV drip. Viktoria was on the bed, her pale face turned a little towards the window. She looked frail, a shadow of her usual self, but there was a glimmer of relief in her eyes as she looked over at Dmitri sitting stiffly in his chair by her bedside.
"You don't have to sit there, you know," she said, her voice so quiet it was almost a whisper.
"I'm not just sitting," Dmitri said, his arms crossed and his eyes fixed on the door. "I'm keeping an eye on things."
Viktoria rolled her eyes. Or tried to, anyway. It looked more like a slow blink. "Same thing," she said.
