Francesca Romano

Chapter 8 | Late Night

My fucking pager again. My hands and legs were covered in Reid's blood but I left him to be dealt with by my head general surgeon. I ran down the stairs again. "We can't do anything about this we have to wait for doctor Romano." An intern said scared, looking down at the woman that came in with all the other men.

"Move." The interns moved out of my way quickly as I got gloves on. My eyes landed on Jocelyn who was working on someone. This man looked like Reid maybe brothers. I made my focus on the gorgeous red head that laid unconscious in the bed.

As I looked over her I noticed her pillow getting wet in blood more and more. 'What the fuck.' I lifted her head to see blood spilling from her skull. "Oh god." Was whispered behind me. "Bring her to OR 6 and make sure she stops bleeding by the time i get there." I said walking over to Jocelyn.

"Did you get a name?" I looked down to his hand where he had a huge cut was. "Nope he came in passed out so John Doe." I looked up at her. "He might be a brother." I gasped as my hand was squeezed slightly. I looked down at his hand that was moving around mine. "He's not unconscious." I said lightly.

"What? He was when I checked." She looked into his eyes with her light and confirmed that he was not unconscious. I squeezed his hand in mine again trying to keep him up. "Can I get your name?" I asked bending over to his level. His lips moved but at first I heard nothing.

"King?" He whispered again softly. "King? That's your name?" He shook his head no to me. "Is he your friend, you know him?" He nodded slightly. "Brother. Help him first." He squeezed my hand again. "He's being helped by an amazing surgeon right now I'm sure of it, but before I go can I get your name." I asked again assuming it was one of the men he came with.

"Reid." He says. "Reid what?" Jocelyn asked him as she continued to stitch up his other arm that had a huge gash on it. "De'.." he started but got interrupted by a cough and my pager. I let go of his hand and started backing up as I was being called for the girl. "De' Luca. His name is Reid De' Luca." I said to Jocelyn as my back faced her. If that's Reid then the other is the brother.
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I scrubbed my hands clean and got prepared to work on this girl. One thing I noticed about her was her pretty features. She was gorgeous. She was under anesthesia as I stood over top of her ready to find the problem to why she was bleeding so heavily.

The moment my scalpel met her head blood spilled through. It was a huge penetration in her skull and also a crack in her skull that ran very deep. Nothing that couldn't be fixed in a couple of hours. I was planning on being here all night anyways.
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"Working late tonight chief?" Was asked to me as I walked behind the front desk. I nodded and pulled out three black charts. I made made my way up the stairs to my office and changed into different clothes that was clean and not blood soaked.

Sweatpants and a cropped t-shirt was just what I needed right now. I checked the time 4:20 am. I slipped my phone into my pocket and grabbed the charts bringing them down to their rooms. I stopped at Kings room checked his morphine drip and his bandages. Everything was in order so I took a seat in a near by chair and started to fill out his chart.

So many things were left out because I was unaware of absolutely anything and I only knew his name. Not his age, birthday, address or family contact. I didn't know for any of them. I filled out what I could and stood up to go to Reid's room.

"It's rude to watch people sleep, love." I turned to see King moving around in his bed with his eyes shut. I placed the charts in the chair I was sitting in and walked over to him with a soft smile. "Well I get paid filthy amounts of money to do it, so I'll continue to do so." I opens his eyes and checked for a concussion with a small light. He smiled shutting his eyes again.

"How's Reid?" I crossed my arms over my chest backing up just a bit. "I was on my way to check on him right now. Brothers?" I questioned. "Twins." That's surprising because they didn't look much alike. "I'll go check on him right now for you and I'll get back to you." I walked out with the charts and opened the door to Reid's room.

He was awake and sitting at the edge of his bed holding onto his side groaning in pain. I dropped the charts on the chair and walked over to him quickly. I laid him back down and redid his bandages that were flooding in blood. "You keep moving and I'll stitch you up without any anesthesia." I threatened and his eyes went dark but he stopped moving.

"What's up with King?" He asked looking up at the ceiling. "He's doing good, should pull through. He was just asking for you as well." He nodded. "That idiot better not die on me." He chuckled. "The both of you better not die on me." I said changing his drip.

I sat down and opened up his chart in my lap writing down the information I knew by heart. "Your age and birthday if you don't mind." I kept my head down on the paper. "26, December 3rd" he stated. I was going to get up and head back to King but the door flung open.

I stood up quickly and ran over to the red head girl from earlier. "Gabby?" Reid asked and she moved me out of the way to limp over to his bed side. "Sorry but you really shouldn't be standing up Mrs.?" She ignored me and put Reid's face in her hand running her thumb on his lip. "Listen to the doctor, Gabby." His hand dropped to her thighs and squeezed.

She nodded and made her way back to me and I helped her to room once again. "If you don't mind I'll need your name and age." I said adding more morphine in her drip to help her calm down. "Gabriele Rame and 25" She dragged her hand through her hair as I smiled at her softly.

I walked out and went back to go get the charts in Reid's room where I left them. "Rest, I'll go check on your brother." I said turning away.

"Back to watch me sleep?" King was now sitting up and his eyes were opened. "Reid is just fine." I sat down next him tying my hair up in a bun leaving strands out here and there. "Mmh." He softly whispered. "Something hurts?" I looked up at him as I furrowed my brows.

"No but you look good with your hair up." A genuine smile occupied my lips as I looked down at Gabriele's chart. I guess it was said with an accent because she had a heavy French accent on her lips while talking to me.