mafioso // dreamnotfound [DISCONTINUED]

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"but, wilbur... is he..." i felt my eyes starting to well up.

"your friend is dead. i'm sorry." clay's man, bleeding from a stab wound, then dropped to the floor, unconscious. oh shit. "niki did you call the doctor?"

"yes sir, but i'll call again." niki ran off, and clay turned to me, calm but tense. "let's get him into the kitchen."

"are you sure we should move him?" i looked at him in shock, "it's the only way the doctor will be able to work on him."

"but it could hurt him more..."

"maybe, but we have to do it. just try not to jostle him." clay grabbed the unconscious man under his arms. i held his legs. together, we carried him into the kitchen and lifted him onto the island. "shit. the doctor's not going to be here in time."

"what does that mean??" i was panicking at this point. clay's face was grim. "he's going to die, george." swallowing, i looked down at the man. he'd risked his life to try to find wilbur. and clay... clay looked so distant. just for a moment, i saw a flash of grief in his eyes.

then i remembered. i know first aid. i learnt it back when i grew up, and it kept me alive on the streets. "i might be able to do something. can you give me a first aid kit?" clay's eyes searched my face as if he was looking for something. he must've found what he was looking for, because he gave me a short nod. "absolutely."

he walked to a cabinet and pulled out a box full of supplies, then handing it to me.

first, i removed skeppy's shirt. i placed it over the wound and applied as much pressure as possible to stop the bleeding. "anything i can do to help?" clay asked, he looked stressed. "i just have to hold this until the doctor gets here. how long does she usually take?"

"i'm her only client, and she's on call 24/7. shouldn't be longer than 15-20 minutes." he paused, "can you hold it that long?"

i looked at him, "i'll do the best i can, but you should stay here and be ready to relieve me if my wrists get tired."

"you got it. anything. i really need skeppy to be okay." i gave him a comforting smile, "we're doing the best we can for him right now. i promise."

"i know. thank you." soon, niki reappeared with a woman, who could only be the doctor.

"puffy. thank you for coming."

"i got here as soon as i could. she said it was serious. looks like she was right." dr. puffy approached skeppy, and evaluated the wound. clay spoke up, "george administered first aid. he put pressure on the wound." the doctor nodded in appreciation.

"he has likely lost a lot of blood, but the fact that you acted quickly will give him a better chance. every minute counts." the doctor explained. "what do you need from us?"

"i need everyone to clear out, so i can do my work. i'll let you know what's going on as soon as i can." clay nodded, and looked at me, "you heard the woman, let's go." we all filed out of the room, back out to the entryway.

i looked down at my hands and realised that they were covered with blood. all at once, the true weight of the situation seemed to hit me. clay watched me carefully. "you okay?"

i hesitated, before spilling, "i can't believe my best friend is gone." i felt my eyes begin to well up with tears once again. "...i'm sorry george." seeing my distress, clay took my hand and lead me up the stairs to his own room.

"you've been through a lot tonight." he sighed before squeezing my hand, holding my gaze. "i'm here for you, okay? whatever you need. i'm right here."