Doctor for the mafia (Book 1 of 'Doctor' duology)

Two

"You can't take my license. It wasn't my fucking fault." I shouted.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Messina."

"I'm sorry my fucking ass, you're fucking afraid, the patient chart was incomplete, how could I know he was allergic to what I prescribed?"

"The family wants to sue the hospital and you for malpractice, we can't afford that kind of publicity. The safest thing to do is revoke your license. That way they won't take us to court." I looked at the bald man with a big belly in disbelief.

I know that they won't hear me or change their minds, these motherfuckers only care about themselves, so I turned my back and walked away. I know I'm walking away easily but thanks to my father I can't have my face on the TV and shit like that.

I have to fly under the radar.

I worked so hard to get here, I left Italy when I was 17 I had to finish school and work, then came college, that I also had to pay, all of this while hiding from people that are after me, I had to come to a new country, a new school, with a new language, with a new name, but I never complained, and I did it, I did it all.

I did it all alone.

I became a general surgeon, do you know how hard that shit is? All the little things I had to learn?

And now is all gone, from night to day.

What am I going to do?

I can't practice anymore.

What the fuck am I going to do?

Become a waitress?

A PA?

Nothing wrong with that, but it's not me.

I went to my locker and got all my things, I couldn't hold the tear that ran down my cheek. I took my phone out and called the only person that would do anything to make my day better, can you guess? Andrea. Even after what happened three years ago, our friendship was strong, it isn't his fault that his brother is a fucking asshole, I fucking hot asshole.

I think I need to get some dick, release some stress and all.

"Hello?" I heard Andrea's voice from the phone.

"I need you." It was all I said, and he knew that it was bad.

"On my way, I'll meet you at your house." He said, and I hang up.

I got all my shit together and got the hell away from that place. I know I don't deserve this treatment, I know I didn't do anything wrong, the chart was incomplete, the old man came to the ER during my shift, I can't blame him either, he was 89 years old with Alzheimer's and colon cancer, he was in a lot of pain, so I prescribed morphine, but he was allergic, I didn't know and I couldn't guess.

We tried EPI pen, CPR, and much more, we followed the protocol, but he was gone. And the family blamed the hospital, and what did the hospital do?

Blamed me!

I got in my car and drove home, the question of what will I do next was the only thing on my mind. I do have money, I'm not rich but I have a good amount, but I hate to not have anything to do, more specifically I hate that I can't be in a hospital helping others, saving lives.

That's what I do, that's what I always wanted to do since I was little, I saw my mom's life fading away with different health problems, I saw how the doctors tried everything to save her and I wanted to do the same, I wanted to save that little kids mom, dad, friend, whatever, I wanted to do good, I wanted to help save lives.

I parked my car in front of my apartment, I could see Andrea's car parked too, so he must be inside already. I got my bag from the passenger seat and got out. Practically dragging my feet with defeat, I got inside my home, Andrea was sat on the couch with two glasses and a bottle of wine.

"What happened?" He asked.

"I lost my license." I said, and another tear rolled down my cheek.

"Why?" He asked shocked.

I went on and on about what happened, when I was done, so was the bottle of wine, but I needed more, I wanted more, tonight I wanted to forget about the shit show that my life is.

"I want to go out." I whined, I was starting to feel the alcohol effects from the bottle of wine.

"Alright, whatever you want, go get ready." He said.

I went to my room took a quick shower, shaved, and all just in case I get some.

You know what I mean!

When I was done, I went to my closet and chose something sexy to dress. A deep red short satin dress with my black heels. My hair was wet so I put some products in it and I had that wet beach hair look with light makeup.

"Let's go." I said to Andrea.

"If I wasn't gay, I would tap that! Again." He said, and we laughed.

Twenty minutes later our Uber was parking close to the club, it had at least 30 or more people in line, thank fuck that the club was one of Andrea's businesses, so we didn't wait to get in. The music was blasting, boys and girls sweating and grinding against each other, and some on the sides against the walls sucking faces.

Just what I needed tonight!

"Let's go up there." Andrea said and grabbed my hand. I know where he's taking me, the motherfucker has a VIP booth just for him and his family. We got there and sat, the wine effect was long gone now I needed something stronger. The waitress came next to us, her eyes landing on Andrea, poor thing, never had a chance!

"Shots, tequila, keep them coming." I said before she could start flirting in vain.

Yes, I know I'm not in my right mind, right now, I'm being super irresponsible, but honestly tonight I don't give a fuck. I will drink until I pass out, I will dance until my feet hurt, and probably I will fuck and won't remember tomorrow.