The East PacificBoard

Friedrich starts to open his eyes, the far too bright hospital lights flashing in them. He took a deep breath in. Pain and air both filled his chest, damn the commie who shot him to hell. His reign had always brought trouble but this was a new one.

He lifts his head up and looks around the room. A normal hospital room, all to himself. The dull colors on the wall, the weird machines beside him, and the half dead plant plant in the corner truly brought the room together. He didn’t much care though. He cared about getting off this hospital bed.

With a defiant swing, he brings his legs over to the side of the bed and tilts upward so he’s sitting up straight. Friedrich, now panting, stops so he can catch his breath. He knew he’d have breathing problems for the rest of his life, however much longer that would be. He was closer to 60 now then 50, quite drastic compared to his assumption of the imperial throne in his mid 40s. But he would overcome his breathing and his age, he’d overcome so much already, and he wasn’t raised a quitter.

With his lungs less tense and his chest in a more mild state of pain, he decides to try and stand up, heaving himself slowly off the bed, grunting as his chest starts to bulge with more pain. Pain, pain, more pain. He’d have to be close to pain more then he’d prefer.

His feet touch the floor, his legs start to lift upward. Soon, the Kaiser of the Ostarian Empire was proudly standing upright. He beams with a sense of pride as his chest starts to thump again. He didn’t much care. He would overcome this.

A nurse then conveniently walks in. She stops in a brief moment of awe upon seeing the Kaiser standing up. “I didn’t quite expect to see you up this early in your visit, Your Excellency.” Friedrich just shrugs lightly. “You don’t have to call me that every time,” he says in a raspier voice then pre-assassination Friedrich. “Friedrich works.” The nurse nods. “Well then...Friedrich...we’ll have to run some physical therapy and some tests and keep you longer, but you should be back in the imperial saddle in a few weeks.” Friedrich scoffs, then nods. He wanted to get back know. He was the man to reign, although he was confident in the Chancellor to be able to run things.

Soon though, he’d be back, and he’d be around for a while.