Doctor Trouble

Five

Leonardo had heard enough. "Bradley I get it, I messed up okay?"

For a moment Dr. Brad was stunned, not because Leonardo had used his full government name which he normally never did but because the chief of surgery Leonardo Bravucci had admitted his mistake.

If there's one thing Brad knew, Leonardo carried an ego. He was a narcissistic man and he exuded it. During their well spent time Brad had never at one point heard the man utter words of remorse. It's like he didn't care about what other people felt except for those in his closest inner circle. Brad thought Leonardo's narcissism was pampered by his loaded family background.

After all his family was capable of financially sponsoring AC Milan, a whole successful football club all in the name of football patriotism. Even though, money still poured in like normal sweat to the Bravucci family. The Bravucci's were so damn influential in the Mediterranean throughout Europe and none of them were down to earth except Isabella Conte, Leonardo's mother, bless the woman's pure soul. She would've been the Mary of this generation if possible. She was that flawless.

"You should be telling that to Mickelson, not me." Brad shrugged, curling his fingers around the phone he was holding, he must've been waiting for a notification which however was not showing.

"I'm leaving for the day, my shift is done anyway." Leonardo informed Brad coolly though his brain was far from being cool. He was eating himself from the inside and thanks to Brad the situation had gotten even worse than it was.

"I'm done too, we can hang out at The Bulldogs for a few hours?" Brad suggested.

The Bulldogs was a classy bar not so far from Sullivan Hospital. Brad loved the rock and alternate music that dominated the atmosphere. There was a minimalistic human interaction, only wafts of cigarette smoke and the bourbon served there was pretty darn good. It was a perfect chillspot to unwind after a long day like this one.

Leonardo however had other plans which involved Skyping his four year old daughter who was apparently spending some time in Milan with his mother. "I'll have to take a rain check, I've some stuff to take care of." The Italian man stated picking up his briefcase and car keys from his impeccably organized desk.

"I'll see you tomorrow then," Brad said. "You should talk to Seth, soon."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I will get to that." He responded in a very much unconvincing tone. Brad let him be, admitting he was wrong was actually a miracle on its own.

Leonardo didn't need a sorcerer to know that his friend adored the young resident. It was going to be painfully hard to tell him he'd small history with the resident which he wished to pursue on a deeper level. It wouldn't surprise him if Brad thought of Seth as a younger brother of some sorts. The man has always been the affectionate type.

Leonardo thought differently. He saw Seth as a reckless, untamed and yet captivating wild fire that continuously burnt his soul. Not that he would ever admit it to the younger resident but he loved the color of his eyes, they reminded him of glimmering spring onions in his late grandfather's garden back home in Milan at the fall of autumn.

Suddenly as Leonardo drove in his sleek black Maserati, rain bore down mercilessly upon the heart of San Francisco. The temperatures had dropped noticeably causing the surgeon to switch on the car heater. No one could've expected a heavy rain pounding in the middle of July. It was supposed to be warm not mad hails coming down hard like that.

The chaotic rain drops continued to hammer on top of the vehicle's roof. Leonardo couldn't help himself but to think of those people who were not as fortunate as he was, especially the homeless. He might've been a patronizing narcissistic but he also had a heart stringed with feelings. His family also participated in those charity events even though Leonardo himself never graced them. He never saw the point of physically being there when he could just donate from the comfort of his own home.