Miele

Chapter 3

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Remington's POV:
"I'm going to need you to get me some supplies," I stated.

"Yes, whatever you need. Just please help him," the man said. He was handsome as well. Dark, fluffy hair, green eyes, some facial hair. He also had a sharp jaw line.

A woman came up to me and pointed a gun at my head and I froze and my eyes started to water. She had tears rolling down her cheeks. "If he dies so do you! Do you understand," she yelled.

"Y-yes. P-please put the gun d-down," I stuttered.

"Lisa put the gun down. She can help," the man said.

"How can we trust her Gio? We don't know her. She could kill Emilio," she shouted.

I finally got a name to his face. He is a gorgeous man. The most handsome I've ever seen. He has an amazing name. I hate to be thinking about my attractiveness towards this man right now while he is in pain and close to dying but I can't help it.

I have my hands on his chest applying pressure to what looks like a gunshot wound. Who are these people? What have I gotten myself into?

"What do you need," Gio asked.

"Go to that cabinet and get me some towels, a suture kit with cutting needle, some gauze, uh tape, antiseptics, forceps, some scissors, a pair of gloves, a scalpel and chloroform. Anything you can find to help just get it fast," I shouted.

Gio and another man went to get the materials and brought it back quickly. Emilio was starting to open his eyes and Lisa knelt down on her knees and held his hand.

"It's going to be okay brother," she told him. Brother? He had the most gorgeous shade of blue eyes I have ever saw. They are this baby ocean blue color. They sparkled in the light.

Gio brought the materials over and I immediately got some chloroform on a cloth towel and stuck over his nose and held it there till his eyes closed.

"I need you to hold this here so he will not feel any pain." I handed Lisa the bottle of chloroform and said, "Take this and if he starts to wake up put some more on this rag and hold it back onto his nose."

"O-okay," she said shakily.

I grabbed the gloves and slipped them onto my hands. I got the scissors and cut open his bloody shirt. I opened the scalpel out of the packaging and looked at Lisa. "I'm going to start. I promise I will do everything I can to help your brother. Please trust me," I told her quickly.

"Yes, I trust you. Please just fucking help him," she shouted.

Gio put his hand on her shoulder. "Everything will be fine Lisa," he told her.

I took the scalpel and made 1 inch incisions on each side of the bullet wound. I grabbed the forceps and stuck into the wound and dug around till I felt them hit something. I made sure the forceps had a tight grip onto the bullet before I pulled it out. I laid the bullet and forceps down and picked up the suture kit and opened it. I took the needle out and threaded it with the thread and started doing a continuous stitch. To me this was the easiest stitch there was and I had mastered it perfectly.

I hope this man doesn't die. Who are these people? What are they doing? Why do they have guns? So many questions were running through my head. Maybe today is when I die. I'm scared. I didn't notice I was crying until I felt a tear drip onto my hand.

"Are you seriously crying right now? My brother's life is in your hands and your crying," Lisa yelled.

I immediately stopped doing the stitches and faced Lisa. "You have guns pointed at me and told me if your brother dies so do I. Why shouldn't I be crying? I'm terrified, okay! This is not my fault. I'm trying my best to save him," I shouted.