Mafia’s Doctor

Chapter 2: Marco Rossi

"Excuse me! Tone your voice down, this is a hospital. How many times do I have to tell you this people? Patients are resting"  I half yelled and the Greek God, more like the Devil standing in front of me. 

He pressed the bridge of his voice and took a deep breath and spoke. 

"My friend Leo was shot and I need to take him home with me. He leaves now!" he demanded with his sweet Italian accent. I could just listen to him talk all day. Snap out of it Alice, God what is wrong with you. This is man is rude. 

Pulling myself together. I pointed my finger at him. And let me tell you he was not amused, in fact, he was shocked that I dared to touch him with the tip of my finger. 

"Listen here, Mister. He is my patient and I decided when he gets to go home, Just like I told those two giants" I gestured to the big buffoons behind him.

"Leo needs to rest. He suffered an injury. And besides, he is asleep. He won't be able to leave unless he wakes up and I get to assess him. Understood " I looked into his beautiful chocolate swirls. Ignoring the death glares that he was shooting at me. 

Was I terrified? Yes? Did I wish I could go hide? Yes but, did I back down? Hell No!!  He may terrify me but I am not the one to cower away. I stood my ground and challenged him. We just started at each other waiting for one another to back down, but I will be dammed if I back down first. My stubbornness and pride won't let me, well that's what I thought. Until a nurse interrupted our staring challenge. 

"Dr. Reed your patient is awake". Damn! Couldn't pick a better time to wake up Leo?  Taking a deep breath I marched to his room with the goons following me. 

"Leo? " I asked softly and I approached his bed. 

"My name is Dr. Reed. You came in with a gunshot wound I operated on you " I continued softly as I checked his wound. 

"I got shot ?" Leo asked disoriented. 

I gave him a sip of water and he slowly comes too. 

"Leo!" The Italian God barged in. 

"Marco?" Leo stated as he slowly took a sitting position as I helped. 

So the Italian Devil Is Marco. 

"Come on buddy we are taking you home" Marco gestured to two gains to help Leo but I stepped in. 

"You can't take him anyway. I have to check his vitals and make sure he is ok before I order a discharge" I repeated myself. Getting irritated. 

"We have a family doctor at home who can attend to him. We are taking him now" Marco stated firmly as he gestured for the giants to help Leo to the wheelchair. 

"Please at least let me change his wound dressing before you take him. I don't want the wound to get infected" I asked and I got the supplies for the wound change. 

"I will ask the nurse to start the discharge paperwork in meantime."  Placing the supplies on his table. I called Jackie over to start the discharge papers. 

Leo was sitting in a wheelchair. While Marco took the bed and started typing on his phone and the goons waited outside. 

Taking a deep breath I washed my hands and put on my gloves and begin to work. I slowly took off the old bandage and cleaned his wound. 

"Leo, let me know if it hurts, " I asked calmly without taking my eyes off the wound. 

Putting a new bandage and examined my work. To make sure I did everything nice and nit. Totally being oblivious to the fact that Marco was not on his phone anymore and was just watching me. How long? I have no idea. I was too focused on my work. 

"All right I am done," I said standing up, getting the arm sling for Leo. 

"Finally" Marco breath out.  

"Took you long enough " I scoffed at his tone

"Well I am sorry for doing my job, I will go get the paperwork. I can trust that you will help him get dressed" I nodded toward that bag on Marco's hand, which I will assume are fresh closes for Leo. 

Without answering he nodded and started pulling out close. 

I walked out of the room and went to grab the discharge papers with the prescribed medicine. 

Going over the wound dressing instructions makes sure nothing was missing, I saw Marco wheeling Leo out. 

Going over to them with discharge instruction and arm sling. I put the sling on Leo's arm made sure it's comfortable then took a step back. 

"Here you will find how to change the wound dressing" I handed the papers to Marco along with some antibiotics.  

"Make sure he takes his meds it's very important"  I gestured to the medicine. 

"We will manage just fine doctor," Marco said as he signed the discharge papers and giving them to me. 

Without a word, they walked out of the hospital. 

Sighing I turned and walked back to the nursing station

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The rest of the day was uneventful. I saw patients here and there nothing too crazy. Thank God. After the events of today, I was so ready to go home. Getting my jacket from my locker and picking up my bag I made my way towards the exit of the hospital. 

Stepping outside, I took a deep breath of New York fresh air. Checking the time on my watch it was only eleven-thirty, knowing no busses operate at this hour I decided to walk home. I could have called Tom but I didn't want to disturb him he could be sleeping or working on an important case. Besides our apartment is like 4-5 blocks away from the hospital. 

Halfway into my walk, I realized that maybe I should have called my brother to pick me up. My feet are killing me. And I am so tired. 

I know there should be an alley coming up and it's a shortcut to my apartment. Is it dangerous? It could be? Could I potentially get killed? Possibly? 

Meh, wherever, we are going. The sooner I get home the better. I will just fast pace out of here. 

Halfway into the alley, I can almost smell my home. Ahh so welcoming  But harsh noises stopped me in my tracks. What the hell. 

I hear grunting and what seems to be the sound of punching. The curiosity gets the best of me and I decide to follow the voices. 

Creeping behind the dumpster I picked from the top and was shocked to see who it was.

What the hell!? Is that Marco? With his giants? 

What are they doing here? 

Wanting to hear what they are saying I crawled closer to them. Crouching down near the dumpster I strain my ears to listen. 

"You think I wouldn't know if it was you " Marco roared and punched the guy so hard in the face. He fell whimpering in pain while grabbing his jaw. 

Well, it looked like Marco woke up and choose violence.

"You think you can mess with me and not feel my wroth " Marco roared and kicked the guy in the ribs. He groaned in pain as he rolled over. 

Now that's should have been my sign to leave, to run, to get away but Nah not me. No, I stood up from my position to get a better view also witnessed something terrifying, gut-crunching terrifying. I saw Marco shoot the man blank point in the head. 

I froze. I couldn't move. I should have moved but my body was betraying me. 

I know if I didn't move I would be joining the dead man's side. 

"Fottuto Bastardo" Marco's voice pulled me out of trace and at that moment my body decided to react which means I release a blood-curling scream.  

Time stopped. They stopped. Not a single sound was made. 

I watched in terror as Marco slowly turned around and saw me. Standing next to the dumpster probably looking pail, and terrified. but I don't think he cared. 

"Doctor?" He acknowledged me. He slowly made his way towards me. Taking slow agonizing steps. And at that moment is when I Usain Bolted out of there. 

Another's Note:

Hi, thank you for making it to chapter 2. Now I don't know Italian I just asked my trusted friend Google. But I am sure Marco said "f*****g bastard"

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