The hospital hallway smelled like bleach and old coffee. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as Nathan paced back and forth in front of the recovery room door, his wet shoes squeaking on the linoleum. Viktor leaned against the opposite wall, arms crossed, jaw still red from Nathan's punch. Neither had said a word in the last five minutes, but the air between them crackled like a live wire.
"You shouldn't have hit him so hard with your fucking Pheromones," Viktor muttered, breaking the silence.
Nathan stopped pacing and glared.
"You shouldn't have been in that room with him for three days."
"Oh! I see... That's where your problem lies, huh? For your information, buddy, I asked, and he said yes. End of story."
"End of story?" Nathan's voice rose. "He passed out because of 'us', Viktor. Because we turned into animals in front of him. That's on both of us."
Viktor opened his mouth to argue, then closed it. He looked at the closed door, worry creasing his forehead.
