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Eighteen
I WOKE UP STARING AT the boring white ceiling of the clinic. A filtered light—soothing to
Moroi patients—shone down on me. I felt strange, kind of disoriented, but I didn't hurt.
"Rose.”
The voice was like silk on my skin. Gentle. Rich. Turning my head, I met Dimitri's dark eyes.
He sat in a chair beside the bed I lay on, his shoulder-length brown hair hanging forward and
framing his face.
"Hey," I said, my voice coming out as a croak.
"How do you feel?”
"Weird. Kind of groggy.”
"Dr. Olendzki gave you something for the pain—you seemed pretty bad when we brought you
in.”
"I don't remember that…How long have I been out?”
"A few hours.”
"Must have been strong. Must still be strong." Some of the details came back. The bench. My
ankle getting caught. I couldn't remember much after that. Feeling hot and cold and then hot
again. Tentatively, I tried moving the toes on my healthy foot. "I don't hurt at all.”
He shook his head. "No. Because you weren't seriously injured.”
The sound of my ankle cracking came back to me. "Are you sure? I remember…the way it
bent. No. Something must be broken." I manage to sit up, so I could look at my ankle.
"Or at least sprained.”