Together Forever - (Station 19 fanfic)

BOO BOO

Carina's POV :

When I noticed that Bianca was in pain, I rushed to her side and sat at the edge of her bed.

"Does it hurt bambina ?" I asked her as Maya was staring at us from the end of the bed.

The little girl nodded, tears slowly streaming down her face.

"Is it the cut ? Can I take a look ?" I tried to reach for her shirt but she flinched.

"Okay, I won't touch you if you don't want to. But can you explain to me when did it started to hurt ?" I was getting concerned about her, and especially about her injury.

"It's when- I- I turned to my side and- and then to lay on my belly, I forgot about the boo boo but when I put my weight on it, it hurt so badly." She sobbed.

"Okay. First try to calm yourself gattina (kitten). Then if you let me, I'll take a look." I said reassuringly.

Bianca breathed in and out, looking at me the whole time, while I praised her. Finally, she wasn't crying anymore so I decided to check on her wound.

"Do you allow me to look at your belly now ?" I asked her, trying not to frighten her.

"I- I'm scared." She confessed, her chin and her bottom lip wobbling.

"Oh sweetheart." Maya said, now sitting on the other side of the bed. "Can I hold you ?" She asked the teenager, who only nodded in response. Maya carefully lifted Bianca and sat her between her legs as she moved herself closer to the headboard, in order to rest her back on it. She held Bianca by her the shoulders as I also sat closer and in front of her.

"Okay. Now I'm gonna pull up your shirt, to look at the cut. Okay bambina ?"

Bianca swallowed hard, but let me do my doctor's job. Once my hand reached the fabric, she shook.

"Please don't hurt me, it- it hurts enough already." She whispered ans it broke my heart, but I tried to stay professional. Right now she needed a consult, and Maya was already doing the mom's job.

"I'll be as gentle as I can." I lifted her shirt and looked at the cut, slightly touching it.

"Breathe Bianca, breathe." Maya said because the young girl was clearly holding her breathe the whole time I was examining her.

I looked up only to be met with Maya's worried face.

"It looks good. No need to panic here. The wound is a little dry, that's why it was painful. I'm going to apply some healing cream on it and you'll feel better. But you must sleep on your back or your side, not on your stomach because you risk to damage the stitches." I advertised her.

"B- but I can't sleep when I'm not laying on my belly." She whined, clearly exhausted.

"Oh little dove." Maya whispered, holding her tighter but making sure she wasn't touching her cut.

"Then we'll stay with you until you fall asleep. How does that sound bambina ?" I asked blinking.

"O- okay." She only answered, scrubbing her tear-stained face.

"Someone is getting tired." I laughed, titling my head in Bianca's direction. She yawned. "Let's order some take out, and then you can go to sleep bambina." I suggested.

"I'm not hungry." She quietly murmured.

"You need to eat something honey. We're not gonna let you go to bed with an empty belly." Maya warned.

"Just something little in that case." Bianca sighed.

"Just something little." My wife repeated, standing up and walking to the kitchen while I stood up to take my medical supplies. I sat back on the bed and put some healing cream on my fingers.

"It's going to be a bit cold Bianca. But keep breathing, I won't apply pressure on it, I won't hurt you."

She nodded and I started spreading the cream all over her wound. "Brava bambina. (Good girl)" I praised.

"Grazie.(Thank you)" She smiled when I pulled down her shirt, after replacing her bandage.

"So you speak Italian ?" I questioned her while I tidied up my stuff.

"Lo faccio. (I do)" She responded, sounding happy. Honestly, I was very happy too.

"You have a great accent !" I noticed.

"Yes, I'm speaking in Italian with my... my dad... I mean, I was..." She said looking at her lap and fidgeting with her fingers.

"Oh but you can still talk to him in Italian." I put my hand on top of hers, and she lifted her gaze. She had watery eyes.

"How ?"