"Welcome back to the land of the living, Alpha Roman ," Abel grinned at Roman, who stirred from his long sleep. Due to the severity of his condition, he had been sedated to prevent further aggravation.
Right now, he groaned from the infirmary bed, feeling a crick in his tone. He sat up, stretching the affected area.
"I'm guessing I'm at the infirmary," he said, glancing around.
"Yes."
"What time is it?"
"8 p.m." another voice answered, and Roman turned his head to see Adele approaching with a clipboard in hand, and his cardinal brothers standing behind her.
"Oh great," Roman thought inwardly, sure they'd come to mock him and rub salt in his wounds.
"Well, well, well," Griffin was the first to speak, humor lacing his tone. "Isn't it the famous Alpha Roman? Quite the stunt you pulled today."
"Fuck off," he retorted.
"How can you say that when we came to check up on you?" the big guy teased further.
