Betrayed by Blood

ROMAN

The first thing I registered was the ceiling. White. High. The second thing was the weight in my limbs, a heaviness that pressed me into the mattress like I had been filled with lead instead of blood. I tried to move my hand and it barely twitched. I tried to lift my head and my neck refused to cooperate.

Then I heard her voice.

"You left me no choice, Roman."

I turned my head slowly