The Romanov Series Book #1: My Rogue Girlfriend

Chapter Seventeen: Grand Father

Ferrer's POV
When the sound of the bullet hit the metal plate, we both sighed in relief. It's done. The bullet is out and she's stable. I closed the wound with my son doing his best to assist me. He seems fine and that is what troubles me. The way he processes trauma is different from what a normal person would do, especially a child.

"You did good. You were really brave. I'm proud of you."

"I'm not studying medicine." He chuckled. "This is creepy stuff."

"Where is her bedroom?"

He led the way as I carefully carried her there. Terrence peeled away the covers. I set her down. "When will she wake up?"

"When the anesthesia wears off. I'm going to clean her up. Have you eaten?"

"Yeah."

"Why aren't you at my house?" I questioned. I was working late today. I tried calling the house but no one answered. When he called I dropped everything at the hospital to be here. I had to go to the oncology center to pick up what I need to take care of Lorraine.

"It's good I was here. She wouldn't have made it. I'll clean up." He avoided my question. I closed the bedroom door. I gazed at Lorraine with a lot of concern.

When I was a resident still in medical school, I worked in trauma. At first it freaked me out and I couldn't sleep or eat. But I adapted and it has helped stay calm through surgeries regardless of how bad some are. For Lorraine, it was just a bullet. It missed her heart, something I'm grateful for but simple things come with their own complications. She flat lined two times. Terrence stayed calm. I was in more of a panic than he was yet I'm used to these things. I want to believe his reaction time is slow and that is the only problem. Regardless it was scary to almost lose her. It puts a lot into perspective for me. I don't want to waste any more time where we are concerned. As soon as she wakes up, I'm making my next move.

I would also like to know how she got shot. How she got home like this and why she didn't go to a hospital.

I found a towel and a basin. I carefully cleaned her up and put her in a tee from her closet. "I love you Lorraine. Try to wake up soon." I kissed her forehead.

Terrence has managed to clean up. The only things he hasn't touched are the bloody tools. "I didn't know how you wanted those cleaned."

"I'll take care of it. Is there any other sink I can use other than the one in the kitchen?"

"Laundry room." He pointed as he wiped down the dining table.

"Use antiseptic to be thorough. Terrence," I touched his shoulder. "I know this isn't what normal people go through. The last few days have been hard on you. From a gun being pointed at you, the suspension and your mom getting shot. It's a good thing you're seeing a therapist. I want life to be as normal as possible for you. No kid should have to go through this. I want you take therapy seriously. It doesn't mean there's anything wrong with you. She's just someone to help you deal with the issues you're facing."

"Is it wise to tell her mom got shot and you performed a surgery on the dining table?" He asked me.

"Maybe not."

"Or that your ex girlfriend pointed a gun at me?"

"Definitely not."

"So why am I seeing a therapist?"

"You have rage issues."

"No I don't!"

This conversation sounds familiar. It ended with me grounding him. "I'll clean my tools. Get cleaned up after you're done and go to bed. Good night mijo."