The Mafia's Truce

HerMedicalVows

Nadia's gaze remained fixed on the entrance. She wondered if her father had come to her rescue, but it wasn't her father who walked in. Her hope dwindled as two men burst in, dragging a third behind them. He was badly injured, with gunshots in his leg, hand, and stomach. He was bleeding terribly when they entered.

Ava rushed to their side, looking concerned. "What happened?" she asked, her voice urgent.

The men exchanged grim glances before one of them spoke up. "We were ambushed during the heist. We managed to get out with the loot, but...," he trailed off, gesturing to their fallen comrade.

Nadia's eyes remained fixed on the scene, and her expression became frozen as she still pretended to be traumatized.

Ava turned to her and said, "Nadia, can you help him?" But Nadia's head shook slightly, her eyes wide with fear, as if still reeling from her own ordeal. The men's desperate gazes lingered on her, hoping for a miracle.

A few of them were assigned to rob a popular and successful mall. The robbery was successful, but at the expense of the one who seemed like he was about to die.

Ava walked to her and grinned her cheek upwards. “You're lying; you're one of the best neurosurgeons in Chicago, aren't you?”

“If he dies, 28 of these men will devour you; I will make sure you scream in pain,” Ava threatened.

Marcus looked at Ava, wondering what her reaction would be. She was silent for a while, but she saw an opportunity in her threats.

“My kits are in my car.”

Ava looked at James, and he hurriedly went out and returned with her kit. She stood up and approached the bleeding guy.

“I need him on a table,” Nadia asked, looking at the table.

Ava looked at some men, and they hurriedly carried the wounded guy to the table. She moved towards him, and her hands moved swiftly and precisely as she opened her medical kit. She sterilized her hands, wore some gloves, and assessed him.

“He's got three bullet wounds; one in the leg, one in the hand, and one in the abdomen.” She began cleaning the wounds with antiseptic wipes. She suctioned the blood away from the abdominal wound in order to have a clear view using her Yankauer suction tip, which she slowly lifted out of her kit.

She cleaned and disinfected the wounds and carefully extracted the bullets and debris to promote healing. She applied pressure to stem the bleeding as her hands moved with precision and grace.

Next, she administered a dose of antibiotics and pain medication, and her eyes scanned the patient's vitals. "He's stable.”

They all had a sigh of relief. The wounded guy opened his eyes exhaustively, and Marcus smiled. His smile was an outcome of being proud of Nadia. “What an amazing lady,” he thought to himself as his eyes shone with pride and admiration for Nadia.

While everyone was staring at the wounded guy, she slowly took something from her kit box and hid it in her body. She pulled off her gloves and looked at her hands. She saw all the blood stains that touched her despite wearing a hand glove. It seemed like only her palms had no stains.

“Where is the kitchen? I need to wash this off,” she said, showing off the stains.

Ava glared at her a bit but considered letting her go alone to the kitchen. She pointed to the kitchen, in which Marcus was standing beside its entrance, and Nadia began walking towards it. Ava's gaze followed her.

As Nadia approached the kitchen, Marcus playfully blocked her path, pretending to be menacing.

Nadia's eyes widened, but Ava intervened; her voice was firm: "Marcus, leave her be." Marcus's grin grew wider as he stepped aside and allowed Nadia to pass.

“How do you feel?” Ava asked the wounded guy, interrupting the whispers.

The injured guy nodded in affirmation, unable to speak. She gazed at Nadia as she entered the kitchen. There were a lot of questions written in his eyes.

“That's Alexander Valtor's daughter,” James disclosed.

The injured man was astonished by James' disclosure. He looked at Ava, expecting an explanation.

“The enemy has medical vows,” Ava said and chuckled.

Nadia entered the kitchen, and instead of heading to the sink to wash her hands, she slowly scanned the kitchen in search of their meal. She noticed a covered pot, and cautiously, she walked towards it.

Her gaze darted around the kitchen to be certain there were no cameras and no eyes watching her. She quietly opened the pot and poured the whole substance of the little bottle she hid within her into the pot. She covered the pot without making a sound and threw the little bottle into the waste bin.

She approached the washing basin and began washing her hands. As Nadia washed her hands, she couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over her, but her relief was short-lived as she heard Marcus's voice behind her.

"Hey, Nadia, what's taking so long here?" He asked, his tone gathering a hint of suspicion.

Nadia's heart began to race as she turned to face him. Her mind raced with excuses, but then there was no reason to be frightened; that was the guy who saved her from being r***d. She ended up smiling. "Oh, I'm just making sure my hands are clean," she replied.

Marcus raised an eyebrow, and his eyes narrowed slightly. "You were gone for a while. Everything okay?" He asked softly.

Nadia's smile faltered for a moment before she regained her composure. She thought of telling him about what she had just done but wasn't sure if she should trust him. Knowing that he saved her didn't mean she was on her side; she was alone in there and must trust none. "Yeah, everything's fine," she confirmed.

“Let's go,” he said.

He smiled and then dragged her out in haste. She looked at Ava, who was sitting on an executive chair. “I need to wash up.”

Ava chuckled in laughter. “So, because you saved one of our own, you think you're now one of us?” She asked, and Nadia shook her head.

Nadia looked at the wounded guy who was still on the table, resting, and gazed back at Ava. “What's going to happen to me if my father doesn't surrender to your threats?” Nadia asked.