This someone still hung on the fringes of his capacity for understanding, and he tried a few names out on his unwilling, stiff tongue. "Nicholai? Mikhail?"
He drew in the first deep breath in a long time, prompting a cough that sent gobbets of phlegm spattering across his mouth, chin, and chest. It continued for a few moments, as his lungs voided whatever had pooled there, and he weakly reached up, even through his spasms, to clear his own mouth so he could breath more easily. That monster within him had retreated to the innermost quarters, almost as if it had been a hallucination. Sergei shifted more to one side, unable to roll fully over without aide, trying to ease his breathing.
No, this felt decidedly unlike any of his men- too shivery. Too scared. He tried an English name, not hoping for a response.
"Spencer?" The word was almost unintelligible, half from the thick accent and partially from his recovering muscles.