Page 25 of Rome for the Holidays
A nurse walked by them, seeing Vincenzo’s bloody clothes, and gasping, “Are you hurt?’
Vincenzo had forgotten about the bullet wounds he received, “I will be fine.”
His mother shook her head, “Take him. He needs help.”
The nurse rushed toward him, grabbing a wheelchair that was sitting by the front desk.
“I need another doctor.”
Vincenzo didn’t want to sit in the wheelchair, but his mother was already worried about Elio, and he didn’t need to make it worse, so he sat and let the people fuss over his wounds.
They didn’t even hurt. Though, he knew they would later.
He was helped onto a bed, his shirt cut off him, as well as his pants and Vincenzo growled, “Those were nice pants.”
The doctor shook his head, “You were shot.”
“I am a Salvatore. Comes with the territory.”
The doctor looked up at him, knowing that his name held power.
“You are the Salvatore heir?”
Vincenzo shook his head, “I’m their don now.”
“Shit. We need to take diligent care of this man.”
“And my brother. He came in with gunshot to the chest.”
“Fuck. Come on, we do not need this hospital turned into a war zone.”
Vincenzo raised his eyebrow, “I will not let that happen. Just take care of this and I will leave.”
The doctor looked at his wounds, “How are you still walking? You have lost a lot of blood.”
Vincenzo could feel it. He had swayed earlier, but that had not stopped him from doing all he could to get his brother help.
“Get a cross match now. He needs blood.”
Vincenzo wanted to argue, but he felt himself slipping under, and then the blackness took him.
* * *
THREE DAYS LATER.
Vincenzo wanted to get out of the hospital right now.
He was tired of the doctors not letting him leave, saying that he needed to not rush his healing.
Vincenzo wanted to yell. He was sick and tired of being in this place. The biggest reason he hadn’t left yet, against the doctor’s orders, was because of Elio.
He had survived but was in the ICU and was in a medically induced coma.
Vincenzo clenched his hands into fists. He hated that Elio had been shot.
That they miscalculated how many men were sent to kill them.
Ones who had once been on their payroll.
