Till was safe. Those words had been running through his mind in his final moments. How couldn’t he smile if the man he loved would live ? He had fought the pain and exhaustion, corrupting his body, to admire his face a little longer before he collapsed.

The moment, Ivan opened his eyes again, he had wondered why the after life was an old room with a dresser and a bed, yet was quickly convinced that he couldn’t be dead when a wave of pain hit him unexpectedly as he tried to sit up.

His upper body was wrapped in bandages, only leaving a little bit of skin peak through. The dried blood on his pants reminded him of the events on the stage and told him that he had been here for a while already. It seemed like someone was changing his bandages regularly and even injected him what he believed to be pain relief medication.

Where was he ? His dark eyes scanned the room another time, not gaining any more information. All he could assume was that humans had treated him, but whoever they were would be revealed with given time.

Even in his pitiful state, all his worries were aimed at Till, who he hoped was still safe. The kiss, they shared was an act of selfishness on his side and an attempt to make Till hate him, lessening the grief he would have had when Ivan died. However now, he couldn’t dare to look him in the eyes again.

His wild thoughts were interrupted when he heard voices from outside, arguing whether it was a good idea to come in or not. The louder among them didn’t listen to anything the other had to say, so the latter seemed to leave.

His heart beat sped up when the door to his room opened.