𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 | 𝟏𝟖+

XVIII

Ryan

MY EYES SEARCHED HIS, I was utterly lost for words, how exactly did he get hurt? Why was he even acting like he wasn't bleeding from a gunshot wound.

This was not happening right now. He's supposed to be in Lake Camo, where are his brothers then?

Maria rushes pass me approaching the wounded man who still stared at me, "Sir. A-are you okay? What happened?" She asks him going to his aid.

He lets out a sigh, "Lake Camo was attacked.... but I'm alright" He explains.

Maria turns to Carla, "go contact Dr. Santano. Immediately" She tells Carla who seemed to much in shock to even move, causing Maria to almost snap at her but Giovanni stops her.

"Already tried. He's away on vacation, buy the time he even gets back on Italian soil, I'll be 6 feet under"

"Then what are we to do, sir? You're bleeding!" She questions him, sounding like a concerned mother who was worried about her child.

Giovanni looks away from her and makes eye contact with me again.

"Docter Sheilds is going to help me, isn't that right Ryan?" His question caused me to clinch my jaw in anger.

If I could let his ass bleed out right here, right now, I would. Especially after what he did yesterday. The nerve of this man. Runs off like a coward after kissing me first, only to get hurt.

"I'm not a doctor..." I say flatly.
"Right, a pre-med student." He corrects himself.

Why was he acting so unbothered by a bullet being in his literal shoulder. I chew the inside of my lip before letting out a deep sigh, before approaching him, Maria looks nervously between the both of us.

I examined his shoulder realizing I could the bullet still inside of his opened wound, I swallowed hard to ignore the feeling my stomach felt looking at his bloody shoulder.

It's not like this was hard, I was literally going to school for this type of thing, so why was hesitating.

My expression softens realizing that he could've been killed, and yet here I was holding a grudge because of yesterday.

My eyes looked up to him, and made eye contact with his, "Well, how bad is it..." he trails off.

"I-is he going to lose his arm or something?" Carla questions holding back tears. I shake my head, "His arm will be fine." I say trying to calm her nerves.

"But it's going to hurt." I pause before looking back to his shoulder. Realizing I never once did surgery on anyone, I've done snitched and dissecting but removing a bullet is something I've never done.

"A lot." I let him know seriously.

"Do I look like a man who is afraid of pain, Ryan?" He asks me, causing me to look back up at him.

"No, but you look like a man who is afraid to show it." I tell him knowing there's no way in hell he's not in pain.

This whole "I just got shot but I can push through it because I'm a man" shit was not fazing me; I wasn't buying it.

He chuckles, "I'm not afraid of anything."
"Everyone's afraid of something." I told him.

"Maybe my brothers, but not I" he tells me, and I roll my eyes.

"Speaking of which, I tried contacting them earlier. Where are they?" He asks me.

"Probably sleeping or something. How should I know?" I lied quickly before turning to Carla to change the subject before he asked too many questions.