Mischa Bachinski would gasp a strangled breath, beating itself feverishly against the broken ribs that shoved themselves deep within his chest cavity. It was any wonder as to how he was alive at this point with IV lines and bags of blood sustaining his broken body from a roller coaster accident,around a week ago now, that left him and the rest of the choir in the hospital.

The Ukrainian cursed viciously under his breath as he attempted to reposition himself on the hospital bed, each movement being painful for him. The doctors were surprised to see him awake so soon after the accident, especially considering the circumstances and events he had just undergone, but nonetheless he seemed to be in a relatively stable (yet still very painful) condition.

[DOCTOR] "Do you want me to tell them to leave so you can rest?"

"No... let them in."

Misha's voice had an air of confusion surrounding it. Who wold be coming to see him? his adoptive parents? no surely not. No-one at school outside of the choir necessarily liked him so he was curious to see who it could possibly be visiting him.