Filed to story: No Escape From The Mafia Kings Embrace
I stared at her in wonder. How she manages to pin point the smallest of detail in this type of situation, baffles me.
Before I could respond to her, the infirmary doors flew open, as a crew of my men brought in the injured. My eyes immediately went to the kid, who couldn’t have been more than sixteen years old. My blood boiled with more rage. I have specific fucking rules against children going into battle.
That rule was obviously broken tonight. And now, said kid is hurt, badly it seems. Fuck!
Marabella’s POV
My eyes automatically landed on the kid they brought in. He couldn’t have been more than sixteen years old, and seemed to be in the most critical condition. “Luca”, I called to my husband, who’s fear-stricken, anger-filled eyes were on the child as well. He brought his eyes to mine. “I need cots”, I said. He nodded, “Three cots, gentlemen, quickly”, Luca commanded, taking the kid into his arms.
Luca’s eyes screamed ‘please save him’, when they connected with mine. The kid seemed to be in and out of consciousness. I had already put new gloves on and started ripping his button-down shirt open. “We need to get it off”, I told Luca. He and another soldier took the boy’s shirt off, as I checked his legs for injuries. His legs were clear, but he had two bullet wounds in his abdomen.
One was a through and through, but the other wasn’t. I took a step back, and rolled my lip between my teeth as I tried to recall where all of the vital organs were located. I stepped forward, muttering to myself, as I felt around the kid’s wounds. Luca watched me tentatively, almost as if he was trying to understand my muttering. When I pressed closer to his wounds, he opened his eyes and cried out.
“Easy there, kiddo. I’m just checking the damage. What’s your name, kid?”, I asked. The kid looked around the room, making eye contact with my husband. “Boss?”, he asked, shakily. “Yes, answer her”, Luca said, nodding back toward me. “Timmy”, he answered. “Timmy, how old are you?”, I questioned, keeping the conversation going. “Sixteen”, he swallowed, regretfully.
Luca cursed under his breath. “Ma’am, it hurts so bad”, Timmy whined. “I know, just hand in there, kiddo. Do you know what blood type you are?”, I asked, hopefully. “N-No”, he choked. “Someone get this kid’s mother, she needs to be here”, I growled. “What? No no, she’ll kill me”, Timmy protest. Sergio tapped me on the shoulder to let me know that the cots were ready.”You’ll die without her, buddy”, I told him solemnly.
Marabella’s POV
I gestured for them to lay Timmy down on one of the cots. “As for the other two that are injured, I need the clothing cut back to expose their wounds”, I said to Sergio. He nodded and started doing what I instructed. I had determined it was safe to sew up the bullet wound that was through and through. I wanted to start there so that when I gave him blood, he wouldn’t bleed out as badly.
“Roll him on his side, please”, I said to Luca, who refused to leave my side. I stitched the wound on his back first, before taking care of the one on his stomach. By the time that I finished, a frantic looking woman in her mid-forties, came rushing into the room. “Timmy, oh my God, Timmy”, she said, coming to his side. “Carol, what blood type is he?”, Luca asked. “Uh, AB+, boss”, she choked out. “Serg”, I called out. “On it, sorella (sister)”, Sergio answered, headed to the stock fridge.
I made quick work of putting an IV in Timmy’s arm. “I need to give him a little time before I can give him morphine. I don’t know how much blood he lost”, I explained to Luca. He nodded in understanding, as I moved on to the next soldato. “They are both through and through”, Sergio informed me. I nodded and started sewing one of the guy’s shoulders shut. The next one’s wound was on his calf.
“You’ll need to let your tendons and muscles heal. I’m sure you will feel as if you are being shocked in that area. Don’t be alarmed, that zapping feeling is just your muscles fusing back together”, I explained, as I finished the stitch. “Thank you, ma’am”, the soldato said. “You’re welcome”, I said, standing up and walking back over to Timmy.
“Serg, half of a dose, please”, I said. He has turned out to be very good help. Sergio nodded and inserted a half-dose of morphine into Timmy’s IV. “Are you a doctor, ma’am? Or a nurse?”, Carol asked, nervously. “Not exactly”, I answered honestly. “Wait, I want a real doctor”, she protested. “She’s your son’s only chance at survival”, Luca growled.
“Timmy, do you feel any pain?”, I asked, ignoring them both. “No, I feel great. You are very pretty”, Timmy said, reaching his hand toward my face. Luca grabbed Timmy’s wrist and pinned it by his side. “Easy, kid. I’m still angry that you were out there tonight. Don’t push it by flirting with my wife”, Luca warned in a low tone. Timmy trembled and swallowed hard. “Sorry, boss”, he squeaked.
“Why were you out there tonight, Timmy?”, Luca asked. Timmy looked frightened, and shook slightly. “I was told I had to be there”, he answered in a whisper. “By who?”, Luca gritted out. Timmy swallowed hard and looked around the room. “I can’t say”, he whispered. “You do realize I am the Boss, right?”, Luca asked in a crazed tone. Timmy looked around the room and made eye contact with someone. “Please”, he uttered. Luca seemed to get the memo, because he grunted and cleared his throat. “This isn’t over”, he muttered lowly.
“Timmy, I need you to stay very still for me, okay? You will feel pressure. That is normal. If the pressure starts to burn or sting, let me know”, I instructed, as I sterilized the instruments and his wound. “Yes ma’am”, he agreed. Luca stood next to me, while I reached the hemostats into Timmy’s wound. I carefully grabbed the bullet and slowly pulled it out. No blood gushed from the wound, so I took that as a good sign.
