Winter's pov:
Twelve long hours later.... and I'm exhausted. I observed a lot today. They said that's how it's going to be for a while. I'll be able to do some hands on work as well, but supervised. Which I'm grateful for. I'm not confident enough to handle anything by myself right now. I'm also grateful we didn't lose any patients today.
They gave me a pager which I thought didn't exist anymore but appreciate they still do. If I'm paged, I have to answer immediately, of possible.
They were a couple of others with me today. One of them is bobbly and positive. Wish I could be that. But I know it wouldn't last long in this field of work unfortunately.
Her name is Chloe. She's around my height, blonde and green eyes and she wears cute little round glasses. We got along well. When we were helping diagnose patients today, we worked together like we've known each other our entire lives. Like our brains were as one. I believe I found a friend.
The other one with me, his name is Jack. I'd like to add something to his name. He is handsome, but rude and cocky. He's a little taller than me. His black hair is nicely cut and his brown eyes are ferice. I don't like him. Every time we'd get a diagnostic wrong he'd be the one to correct is and say, "it's obvious. I didn't think you were that dumb." I scoffed when he said that. I'm trying to maintain a professional attitude while I work here and he's gonna make it difficult. Cause right now I want to smack that smug look he always seems to carry.
Just before I text Bruno to tell him I'm ready, I want to explore a little of the hospital. I already know where the x-ray, E.R., Cat scan and that stuff is. But, I haven't taken a look at where the I.C.U's or the NICU or the nursery. I'm gonna go take a look and head home.
I found the I.C.U's on the 5th floor. Almost all the rooms were full. It was so sad to see them so still and to see that the machines are the only thing keeping them alive right now. The rest is something they have to do. They have to find their way back to this world. And hopefully they do.
They next floor was the NCIU. I saw mothers weep for their newborns and the fathers, barely keeping it together for their wives or girlfriend. In some rooms, it was just the mother.
I wasn't paying attention I'm where I was going or who was in front of me, so I ended up bumping into someone.
"Oh! I'm sorry. My fault. I wasn't watching where I was going." I said to the woman in front of me. Something about her was... familiar. I couldn't place my finger on it.
Her black wavy hair went past her small shoulders. Her brown eyes were what was most familiar. Deep brown with some pain and tears. She's my height, slim and all around just beautiful.
"Oh it's okay. I wasn't paying attention either." She said, with a small smile, wiping a tear away.
"Hey, are you okay?"
She sniffed. "I will be. I finally get to take my son home tomorrow, but he has to have a machine to help with breathe for who knows how long. I'm happy he's strong. Even at 4 weeks." She explained.
"He has Bronchopulmonary dysplasia?" This sounded like Nicolas' nephew.
"Yeah," she frowned. "How did you know?"
"I'm a nurse, and I have heard about cases like his. It's good that he's strong. He can conquer anything now." I smiled.
She looked at me and her frown turned into a ear to ear smile. With that she gave me a hug. "You're right. Thank you."
I let her hug me for a few moments when I felt my phone buzz. "Excuse me. Sorry." I pulled away to take my phone out.
"It's okay."
I saw Bruno's name come across my screen. Shoot.
"Hey-" I started.
"Where are you? I thought your shift ended 20 minutes ago." He cut me off in a worry manner.
"I'm on my way out. I'm sorry." I hung up and looked at the girl in front of me.
"I have to go. Your son will be fine. I'm sure of it." I smiled reassuringly.
"Thank you." She smiled back and we went our separate ways.
I made it back downstairs and out the doors to see a grumpy Bruno, standing by the car. He opens the driver's side back door for me without saying anything.
"I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I needed to do a little bit of a tour if I'm to know where everyone is." I said, standing on the others side of the door.
He nods. "I understand. Just let me know when. You do that. Boss will get worried. And he didn't have a good day today. I'm just trying to watch out for both of our backsides."
I nodded getting in the car as he did, after closing mine. I hope Nic isn't to mad. I hope he's not mad at all.
And if you're wondering if I thought about trying escape and run for the rest of my life, I did. But I decided against it. Which I will probably regret later, but I told Nic I'd give him a chance. So here I am, on the way back to him.
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Nicolas' pov:
Jason. My best tracker. Is my mole.
When Bruno told me, I lost it. I'm glad Winter wasn't here because, I didn't want her to see my outrage.
My office is a mess right now. With the desk chair on its back, wholes in the wall, papers everywhere and the desk turned over. I still have so much anger built up in me. I'm almost seeing red. I can't wait to take it out on him.
I had him follow Winter. If he is the mole... than Lucien knows about Winter. Which mean she could be in danger.
Knock. Knock.
"Boss? You okay?" Toni's voice asked on the other side of the door.
I didn't respond. I was looking at the fire that I had going in my fireplace place, thinking about what I should do to Jason.
I heard the door open and footsteps.
"Damn. What happened?"
"A mole happened," I turned around to face him. "Need you to get Jason and take him to the warehouse."
"Woah! Jason is the mole?!" I saw his eyes darken in anger. "Boss. If that's the case... then Winter could be in danger."
"Yeah. I know that. I need to know how much he snitched to Lucien." I clenched my fist. I can't wait to get my hands on him. I'm gonna show him what pain feels like.
"I'll get my brother and take him to the warehouse." He rushed out to do what I told him.
I grabbed my keys and headed out, still thinking of all the ways to torture Jason.
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I can't tell if the blood on my hands are Jason or mine. I've lost track of time and my hands are getting tired so I'm going to start using a knife. I'm deciding on wether or not I should burn him with it.
"Jax, get me your knife." I ordered, raising my hand.
He handed me his CRKT double edged blade. It's light in my hand but it does an amazing job on doing what I need it to do.
"Whats the matter?" Jason asked. He sallowed thickly. I could tell he was in pain. Just a little bit further and I can break him. "Hand getting tired?"
I only responded by putting the blade into his body. He screamed as I twisted the blade in his hand. I love knives better than guns, to be quiet honest. You get to decide where the blade goes, how far you want it to go in. I love the control I have over it.
"I will not ask again, Jason." I've asked 3 times already what does Lucien know. I'm getting tired of it.
"Are you afraid that he knows about Winter?" He gave me a bloody smile. "I would be. Once he sees her, he won't be able to resist. I'm sure he'll enjoy her."
I quickly took the knife out and slashed his face.
"You know Jason, I can't decide what I'm going to do with you. I know I'm going to kill you but... how? Do I send you it pieces to him like he sent Joel to me? Or do I just flat out kill you and throw you to the dogs on the street?"
"Joel's dead?" He asked, bewildered.
"Oh yeah, I forgot about that. You and Joel were friends. You want to know what Lucien sent me?" I snapped at Toni to show pictures.
Toni was quick, like he knew what I was go to do. He brought the screen up to Jason to see what I got in the mail yesterday. His face went from cocky to pale.
"He said... he..." He strutted.
"You told Lucien that he had a mole, didn't you? And let me guess... he was going to let him go with what, a warning?"
He nodded. How stupid is this guy? He should know, being in this business, moles are dead if caught. Joel was the best spy, that's why I sent him. I wasn't worried about him getting caught.
"You're not just an scemo... are you?" I crouched down to meet his shaking eyes.
"I'm a tratior," he breathed out. "I killed him.
I took a lighter out of my pocket and burned the blade. "I'm sorry." He cried.
"Sorry won't bring back a father." I pressed the knife against his skin, enjoying the scream that escaped his mouth. "You deserve all that hell has in store for you."
"He threatened my family, Nicolas. What was I supposed to do?" He's sobbing now.
"If anyone comes to you with any threat at all, you come to me. I don't care if it's the queen of England. You come to me. You tell me. You tell me everything! I would've protected your family. I still will. They shouldn't have to suffer for your choices." They'll only suffer losing him, but they won't suffer anything else.
He bowed his head shame. "I'm sorry."
"Is there anything else you'd like to share with me before I end your patetico life?" I walked to stand behind him, having Bruno, who stood there quietly, give me my family sword.
"He knows enough about you to be one step ahead," he said, swallowing his tears to speak. "Whatever you do, you have to it differently than you've done before to catch him off guard. I did not tell him about Winter. I didn't want her involved in this. So if he does know, it's not by me."
I brought the sword up, ready impale him from behind. "Saluta il diavolo da parte mia."