Levi Vassilav Celestè's pov :
I follow Stella out of my cabin and find a girl with golden hair lying on a stretcher, two guys standing beside her with an unreadable expression.
I quicken my pace just to find her with too many bruises- scars- blood smeared on her face and a bullet wound in her petite frame.
"Get her to the OT right now!" I exclaim, though it comes out as pretty loud. I glance at the boys, motioning them with my hands to sit back in the couch. They follow as I say. I turn around again and furrow my eyebrows together.
Why does the girl look so familiar?
I put on my uniform and take my surgery equipments and enter the Operation threatre, the girl was already lying on the bed, wearing a hospital gown. And then I glance at her cleaned up face- and then I freeze.
I don't freeze because she looks too much battered and bruised- I mean sure she does, but that isn't the thing that strucks me. The fact that she is a splitting image of Artemis, mother and I, makes my heart shudder in pieces.
Am I imagining things? I mean- these many days in the hospital can definitely mess up with your mind. I snap myself out of my thoughts and take the clipboard from Stella's hand- and when I check her name- the clipboard slips from my hand with the other equipments and fall on the floor with a loud banging noise.
Katelyn Hayden Jones-
I- what.
I avert my gaze to her limp body and my hands start to shake? This can't be true- this- I'm going fucking insane. I cant- I fuck-
"Sir are you okay?-" Stella asks me with a worried expression on her face.
I quietly shakily nod and motion for her to pick up the things.
"Can you read her name out loud for me?" I ask her with my eyes closed- eyebrows furrowed together.
Stella gives me a confused nod but hums in response anyway.
"Um sure sir- it's Katelyn Hayden Jones-"
I bang my fists on the table. Hiding my face burying it in my shoulder.
Is she really-?
"Sir, I'm really concerned about you but, we do have to start removing her bullets- or they'll start blocking her blood flow. We are very lucky that it hasn't hit any of her organs- but she still needs to get the bullet removed."
I snap myself out,again. I frantically nod and start the operation. With shaky hands. I can't focus- I can't fucking focus. But I have to save her. I carefully take out the bullet and wipe the infected place- my hands still shaking uncontrollably. And then I find a hand grasping my own. I follow it's direction and find that it's Stella's.
"I can finish up the rest, don't worry!" she exclaims, I let out a breath in relief. I leave the operation table, leaving it to my assistant. I wash my hands and wipe it dry.
And then I grab an antiseptic scissor. I stroll over to Katelyn, and take some of her dirty blonde hair in my hands, and cut a bit of them off. I put the hair in a clean plastic bag and hand it over to Raymond, another assistant of mine.
"Get a DNA test done from it."
Short chapter but I had to cut it off right there. I'll be posting another one soon. Bear w me. See ya!
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Teen FictionONGOING Katelyn Celestè is a 16 years old girl living with her abusive adoptive father and brother, who apparently work for the American mafia. She's experienced more pain than anyone in her 16 years of life but yet she somehow manages to plant a sm...