Complicated! ~ rewriting

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Mystery Guy

Dabria

My head feels foggy and my body aches, I try prying my eyes open and am met with a beam of light hovering directly above me. I can hear distant voices from outside and I push up, welcoming the sneering pain , hissing as I stand.

The voices become louder the closer I get to the door and I can faintly make out what is being said. "She's been out cold for 3 days, can't you do anything else?" The voices echo through my head accompanied by surges of pain.

"We can't do anything more. Moving her back to base instead of keeping her in hospital was risky enough. If she continues like this, I may run out of supplies."

"Then get more," One of the voices retorts, anger prominent in their tone, "We can't just let her die." I  still can't quite decipher who the voices belong to so I force the door open with what little strength I currently have. "No one will be dying today." I almost choke out, trying to redirect the flow of pain out of my arm. My voice is rough and croaky, my throat aches, my arm and shoulder kills and my whole body is tired. I notice how I've been moved to our main base, not my family's, and that I'm currently in the medical chambers of the basement that rest alongside the training facility's further down, as well as the torture chambers.

"You're awake?" Pierce and Ramirez rush over to steady me but I push them away. "Take it easy there boss. You were shot and out cold for 3 days, you're not going to miraculously recover."

"It's just a graze, no need to fuss."

"You were shot Dabria, you should be in bed resting." Dr Ashford states. "And I will as soon as I see everything is being handled." I smile before heading to the next medical room, assuming where the mystery guy is being kept. I enter the room standing near the doorway, watching as the guy lays almost motionless staring at the ceiling. The other 3 rush in afterwards, "you should really be in bed."

"Where's his file?" I grimace as another wave of pain hits.

"Boss-"

"The file Ramirez." He reluctantly hands it over, earning a glare from Pierce in which he simply shrugs off. I open it up scanning through it, soaking up all the information. Recognising the familiarity of the name. "Andrea Florentino?" The guy swiftly turns his head. "I'm assuming you know how these things normally go, right?" He focuses back on the ceiling.

"I'm not telling you anything." He utters.

"I don't need you to." His eyes snap back to me and I turn to my doctor. "What's his injuries?"

"He's not in the greatest of conditions. He's stable but has bruised ribs, a concussion, a couple of third degree burns, a black eye and finally a swollen lip." Dr Ashford lists, she's been working for my family for about 10 years now and is extremely good at her job. "But everything else seems to be fine although he's barely spoken or eaten for the past few days. I did a full examination on him whilst they were able to identify him."

I glance back at him before heading over to the side of him. His arms are tied to the bed as a precaution, I look directly at him before placing his file at the side of his bed, beginning to untie the ropes around his wrists. "Here's what's going to happen Florentino. I'm not going to hurt you, you are not a prisoner here and in fact I can arrange a car this minute to take you to the airport where you will then make your own return to the Romano's in Italy." His eyes widen ever so slightly, "Or you can stay here, which has been advised, until your injuries have healed. Then we will return you personally to the Romano's when we attend their ball in 2 weeks. The choice is your's Florentino." I turn around ready to leave the room and return to bed.

"Why are you doing this?" He questions and his Italian accent is thick amongst his fluent English.

I spin around facing him again, "I have no reason to keep you here, keeping you a prisoner here would simply be an inconvenience, a waste of resources and certainly a waste of time for all of us. Now you have a decision to make."

Once I've returned to my medical room, I ask the others hazily, "What's happened with Caddel, Dawson and Gordon?"

"They're all fine. No major physical injuries." Dr Ashford replies. "Now you should take these, and get some rest." She adds as she offers me some pills and a glass of iced water before leaving the room.

"Thank you." I place the pills in my mouth and gulp them down with a mouth full of water, "Pierce check on Florentino in an hour to see if he has made his decision. Ramirez there's some paper work in my office that needs to be completed by tomorrow. Then I need one of you to see if you can track down any of those guards from the other night. Any information about them would be appreciated."

"Already on it boss, we have agents out now."

"Good. Oh and last thing can you let one of my brothers and father know that he has an appointment tomorrow and that I want to be updated with everything that is said."

"Will do."

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