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~ 13 ~
I stood outside Dimitri's room, not knowing whether to run after Rose or not.
"Adrian Ivashkov, is that you?"
I looked inside the room and found my partner sitting in his bed.
I gave him a tentative smile. "Hey there, comrade! How are you feeling?"
"I'm well, thank you for asking."
I frowned at his tone of voice, so formal and cold.
"Well, partner, I'm glad you're back to the land of the living. Your girl was worried sick, not to mention the entire station spent the last couple of days praying for you."
He nodded and looked down to his hands on his lap. He was running his fingers over the cast.
"How did this happen?"
I sat down on the chair next to his bed. "Um, it was sort of my fault."
Dimitri looked up at me and glared. "What did you do, rookie?"
I flinched back. "Comrade, please—"
"Stop calling me that! I'm not your comrade nor your partner, not yet anyways."
I froze and my jaw hit the floor, understanding finally dawning on me.
"Oh god, what's the last thing you remember?"
Betaed by the lovely Nicia.