{SERGIO}
Leaning on my cane, I threw open my office door and hobbled inside. Maksim and my wife were there, with Ivanna sitting in my desk chair, and the two of them looked up from a laptop. Alarm bloomed on her face. "Sergio! What are you doing out of bed?"
I didn't answer; my full concentration was required to keep me from falling on my face like a small child. My side hurt like a son of a bitch and sweat already rolled down my back.
Maksim reached me first, grabbing my arm to steady me. "You should go back upstairs."
"I'm fine. Just help me to my chair."
It had been just over two weeks since the shooting, and I was impatient to be better. I needed work to distract me.
"Sergio, you should be in bed. David said—"
"No." I put enough strength in that one word to prevent anyone from arguing with me.
