Hooked Dangerously

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"Does this look like an arcade, trying to play games, see the saw blade"

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Viturin

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I looked at the still fuming Andrade and the family doctor standing beside him looking at his palm.

I carefully stood up from the floor, then slowly began to walk towards them.

"Can you walk?"
Andrade asked, I know it was because he cared for me but I don't just like how he handled it.

"What do you think."

"I'm sorry."
He looked down too, feeling a bit reflective.

"What's wrong with you, amico?"

"I was just surprised to see her here."

"Likewise."
I felt the sharp pain curse through her unfinished business. It was half done, the bandage she was trying to tie already falling off, and the blood is once again about to flow.

"She's supposed to leave like others, she's not even an occupant of this house."

"Is that why you treated her like that, you pushed her to the floor and made her leave angrily, she was just helping."
I didn't even have the strength to walk up to him, my head was beginning to throb like shit.

My eyes so dazed that the images in front of me began to play a blurry version.

I closed them and bite hard on my inner cheeks to stay more alert.

"I couldn't think of anything better."
Andrade replied noticing slightly my discomfort.

"Are you okay. Hey, check him out."
He ordered the doctor but I stopped him.

"I'm fine. This can wait. What happened to Carlo."

Andrade sighed, still looking hesitant.

"I can't get checked if I don't know what's happening."
I looked into his eyes and saw him darting his pupils around trying to avoid my question and instead subject me to an IV.

"Still on the hunt. He escaped but I've managed to put everything back in control."

He replied after much contemplation.

"And our men? How many dead."

"Non dead, but few are injured. I've taken measures to see they're treated and I suggest you get treated too."

I looked at the doctor and saw he has been looking at the floor the whole time. He was late, and he know so much about the consequences, especially if something might have happened to me.

I choose to ignore him while taking a seat on my bed, then focusing my attention back to Andrade.

"I was getting treated before you bursted my room."

"Scusa, amico."

He was now sounding more relaxed and I had the urge to give a smile but once again reminded of the pain below.