Pain and need
Chapter 1
Eyes swollen, right cheekbone broken, a fracture to the skull,... Napoleon sighed. It was Illya in the hospital bed indeed, however he was difficult to recognize. The face was a colorful balloon. So swollen, his normal head could fit two times his new one. His blond hair was plastered to his skull. Nurses had tried to was the blood out of his hair but that wasn't an easy task.
"Hey buddy" Napoleon whispered as he had noticed some movement in his friend's hand. "What have you done this time?" His brown eyes lowered in regret as he memorized last night events. "I'm so sorry tovarish."