GIOVANNI’S POV
I had to go to the doctor's office after two days of trying to get by with the injury. By yesterday, my left hand was so swollen and red that Enzo booked an appointment with the doctor before I could stop him.
I sat on the examination table while Dr. Russo examined my hand.
He whistled low. "This is bad, Mr. De Santis. Very bad."
"Just fix it," I muttered.
He probed gently, and I hissed through my teeth. "Two fractured metacarpals, possibly three with significant soft tissue damage.”
He looked at me and shook his head. “You need X-rays to confirm, but I'd say you're looking at at least six weeks in a cast."
"Fine. Do what you need to do."
Dr. Russo worked in silence for a while, cleaning the wounds. When he finally started wrapping my hand in a proper splint and b
