Mikhail did not know how long he had been at the factory backdoor before he felt himself being carried but he could not open his eyes. His eye lids were just so heavy, it felt like a stone was resting on them.
He had suffered a massive blood loss from the bullet wound and he could not even lift his left arm.
The only thing he could do was mumble incoherently.
A familiar comforting smell assaulted him giving him a sense of relief. The smell of citrus and rain. He unconsciously moved towards it.
" No hospital.. police" he said his words barely a whisper. He could hear from a far the ringing of police sirens. Or maybe he was just dreaming.
" Sure, I'll take you home." the voice said his heavy Russian accent unmistakable. It was hypnotizing.
He finaly lost his consciousness after hearing the reassurance and the deep voice.
He had been barely hanging on even with his eyes closed and almost dying. He could not loose conciseness, that would leave him vulnerable if the Volkovas decided to search for him.
A constant vigilance and sense of danger had kept him barely conscious. It would have probably taken too long for him to get found. He now felt reassurance and protected which was a weird feeling for him.
It was really comfortable and warm.
....
Mikhail turned around on the soft bed trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in but the small bouts of pain made it impossible. He stopped when he smelled the citrus and rain smell in the sheets.
This was not his room. He went still suddenly as he surveyed the roomhe was in with his eyes half open.
The room was small, almost the size of his bathroom. The walls were pure white with not even a single blemish, sun trickled into the room making it brighter through an opened curtain.
The sun seemed to have been deliberately directed to prevent it from getting to him.
This was probably not a hospital, since their was nothing in it except a dresser, mirror and a wardrobe. Someone must have found him and brought him to their house.
Only one window was open since the other one faced his body. He sat up slowly,pain from his wound throbbed through his body making him groan.
He stood up and walked slowly to the mirror. He was bandaged on the shoulder with had been grazed by the bullets. The place where that son of a bitch Antonio had hit were black and blue which would probably form a bruise.
He was wearing a large black pajama that was too long for him but had nothing on his upper body. They must have changed him.
He took a pen from the dressing table and walked out of the bedroom. Their was a small hallway that seemed to lead down to the sitting room since he could see a chair peeking out.
He walked slowly deliberately as he approached the area. When he reached a corner a huge figure appeared out of nowhere startling him. He trusted the pen towards the figure but his hand was caught in a firm grip.
He tried to pull his his hand away from the hard grip but then his hand was released suddenly. His body due to momentam moved backwards and he hit the hallway wall.
He was unlucky enough that the place that came into contact with the wall was the busted shoulder.
Mikhail groaned outloud.
" Mikhail, are you okay?" A familiar voice came, Adrian, " I really didn't mean to heart you I got startled and pushed you."
" It's okay," he said as he tried to straighten himself and stand butthe pain made it too hard. He groaned outloud again.
Adrian didn't waste anytime talking he picked him up and carried him to the sofa. He sat him down in one of the sofas and left .
He came back a moment later with a first aid kit . He proceeded to remove the bandage on the wounded shoulder despite Mikhail's protest and change into a cleaner one since the wound had opened a small area.
After finishing Adrian brought him a glass of fruit juice, toasted bread ,eggs and sausage.
" I'm not really hungry," Mikhail said as to him .
" Eat, just for me. I'm worried," Adrian said his voice pleading.
Mikhail sighed then drunk the juice in one gulp. He hurriedly ate the remaining food as Adrian looked at him the whole time, like he was afraid Mikhail would go back on his word.
After finishing the meal, Adrian cleared the utensils from the table and washed them in the sink. After eating it was then that Mikhail noticed he had been hungry but having been used to skipping meals he didn't notice.
" Can I borrow your phone, I think I lost mine," Mikhail said to Adrian who had come back to sit with him.
Adrian took his phone from his pocket and gave it to her.
Mikhail dialed Alfred's number, it was picked up in seconds.
" Hello, this is Alfred, how can I help you?"
" Alfred it's me," Mikhail said with a smile.
" Master you are still alive, people have been looking for you everywhere. The gang has formed a rift. Those old timers want to take your seat by force. "
" What that really got bold, let them jump around I want the list of those who are still loyal to me. It's Time to clean out the trush." He said his voice strained.
" Yes master, I'll do that. Have a good day I'm waiting for you return."
Mikhail hung up the phone.
He gave Adrian his phone back.
" Did you also hear the rumours?" He asked. Adrian nodded at that.
" It's all over the news that you are dead or missing," Adrian said as he turned on the TV. The news anchor was reporting him missing. Mikhail got a sinking feeling.
" Adrian tell me honestly, how long have I been unconscious?" He asked calmy. Adrian looked to the tv then sighed heavily.