Bellissimo

CHAPTER 8

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!