Heart of the Mafia King

Stitches

{Maisie’s POV}

[Reader discretion advised, this chapter talks about gun violence, and stitching up a wound.]

“Alright, I need you to lay back and try your best to relax. I’m going to get some lidocaine to numb you up!” I said, turning and hitting the call button. “I need lidocaine, and everything for suturing a wound. I need plenty of gauze, and make sure to sterilize everything!” I turned my attention back to him. “Stay with me okay, and no matter how tired you get, stay awake, you hear me?”

He nodded lazily. “Y-Yeah..” he said softly.

Jess ran back in with the cart, everything I needed was on it. “Jess, start an iv and get him started on the blood bag. I’m going to make sure that I get the bullet out!” I said, watching as she nervously fiddled with the needle, her hands shaking. “Jess! Do I have to do it myself?” I shouted.

“N-no ma’am!” She said, her hands steadying as she put in the iv, hooking him up to the blood bag.

I grabbed the scissors, cutting the shirt off of him and tossing it away. I snatched up the lidocaine, and a syringe, getting the medicine and carefully injecting it around the bullet wound. “Okay, this is not going to feel great, but it shouldn’t hurt nearly as bad!” I said, grabbing some long tweezers and carefully reaching inside the bullet hole. I felt around for a minute before finally finding the bullet. I grabbed it, pulling it out and placing it in a dish. I grabbed the gauze and held it on the wound. “Jess, get the things I need ready to stitch him up.” I said, holding pressure.

“Where is he?” I could hear someone shouting out in the hallway. His voice was familiar, but full of worry, and anger. “Where is Mikey?”

“Sir! I assure you that he is getting the attention he needs, now if you’d please go wait out in the waiting room!” One of the nurses began shouting back.

I sighed, rolling my eyes. “I don’t have time for this..” I groaned out. “Jess, go tell whoever that is that if they cannot behave in a civilized manner then they can wait outside!”

The man on the table sighed. “Don’t worry about him.. it’s my brother.. he’s just overprotective. Angelo, I’m in here!” He shouted.

I was busying myself trying to stop the bleeding while Jess was sterilizing the rest of my equipment when I heard loud footsteps. “What the he** were you thinking you i***t! You could have died! Do you have any idea how worried I was? And you came here instead of our hospital? It took me forever to find you!” He shouted behind me as I pressed harder into the wound.

“Owe!” The man hissed, looking down at me.

“Do you even know what you’re doing?” The man behind me asked, pulling my attention.

I hated that people could get a rise out of me so easily, they say it’s because I have red hair, saying that I’m like a ticking time bomb. “Excuse me sir, I just pulled a bullet out of his shoulder, and I’m trying to stop the bleeding, which is harder when I have some big i***t running in here and shouting at the staff, including me! Now, if you would like to take a seat and stop acting like a brat I could help your brother!” I shouted back, turning and seeing the deep, beautiful eyes from the night before. It was him, the man who paid my tab. What was the name that the bartender called him? I asked myself, turning my attention to him for a moment.

He looked down at me, his eyes softening, his mouth hanging open. “O-Okay..” he said, walking over and sitting down in the chair on the other side of the room.

“Okay? If I had talked to you like that..” the man in front of me began, but the man from last night shot him a glare.

“Enough Mikey! Let her do her job!” He snapped.

I turned my attention back to the man on the table. “So, your name is Mikey, nice to know that all it takes for you to come back to life is someone yelling at you.” I snickered. “Now, I’m going to stitch you up, okay?” I said, looking up at him.

He nodded down at me, and I grabbed the needle, before beginning the sutures. Once all the stitching was done, I grabbed some gauze and bandaged up his shoulder. “Jess, I need an arm sling, go get one for me please.” I said, throwing away all of the bloody items, and properly disposing of all of the needles.

“Y-Yes ma’am!” She said, Turing and bolting from the room.

“I don’t need a sling..” Mikey said, beginning to sit up.

I looked up at him, “Excuse me, do you have a medical degree?” He shook his head and I smiled. “I’m telling you that you’ll be in a sling for at least the next month. No over exerting yourself, so strenuous lifting or tasks, and absolutely no more playing with guns!” I said. “Now lay back while I get you an x-ray ordered, or I will have you strapped to the bed until you get properly looked at.”

His eyes shifting from mine to his brother, and he sighed lying back down. “Yes ma’am..” he groaned out.

“So, you’re a doctor?” The man from last night asked.

I nodded. “Yes, I’ve been a doctor for years. I just moved to the city a year ago.” I said, walking over and hitting the call button. “I need a portable X-ray machine in here.” I stated, ending the call. I turned on my heel and walked over grabbing the bloody shirt that had been discarded on the floor and picked it up throwing it in the trash can. I walked to the sink washing my hands and sighing. “You know, you really should be more careful.. you don’t know how many incidents I’ve seen that are similar to yours where the patient didn’t make it.” I said turning to see Mikey standing up and trying to top toe out of the room. I shot him a glare. “Sit!” I demanded placing my hands on my hips.

He jumped slightly before making his way back to the bed. “Okay, okay!” He groaned.

I walked over pulling up one of the straps from the bottom of the bed. “I am going to strap you down if you don’t behave! You need to get properly checked before you leave, and I need to prescribe you antibiotics and steroids to help with the healing process, along with pain management medications! You’ll also need to go to physical therapy after I release you to begin activity again!” I snapped, releasing the straps. “I know that it must be hard for someone like you to listen to someone like me, the accent and size normally throw people off, but do not push me!”

“Yes ma’am!” He said, shooting another look to his brother.

“Don’t look at him! He can’t help you now!” I laughed. “You’re my patient, and I take care of my patients!”