Yuri’s POV

My head was splitting in two. The sharp scent of antiseptics hit my nose, and I groaned. Great. The hospital wing. Again. I yanked the IV out of my arm.

“Hey, easy there!” Drake’s voice caught me mid-yank as he grabbed me before I could faceplant into the floor like an idiot. He helped me flop back onto the bed, though my legs were shaky and weird, like I was trying to stand on Jell-O.

“What the hell am I even doing here?” I muttered, glaring up at ...