Alucard was far stronger than anyone could have anticipated, especially Nikolai, who quietly observed his wife shouting at her father like usual. He couldn't help but wonder how Nikita could remain so bright and full of energy after the previous night.
'Am I the only one who noticed...? No. That could never happen...'
Dimitri dropped onto the stretcher with a heavy grunt, though the two medics still placed their hands against his shoulders in case he tried standing again.
Nikita crouched beside his injured leg and examined the metal supports holding it straight. Her fingers pressed around the swollen flesh, checking whether his earlier stupidity had shifted the bone.
Dimitri stared over her head towards Nikolai.
"Control your wife."
Nikolai wrapped an arm around Selene's waist, then, with a smirk on his face, replied. "No thanks, I value my life."
"Coward."
Nikita squeezed her father's broken leg. "Dad! Don't you threaten or insult my man!"
"Arghhh! You little shit!"
