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Chapter 23 | Feel better baby

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DEMETRIOS'S P.O.V.:

Heading back down to the hospital to finally get some information on Cali's condition I walk through the dimmed corridors.

I got rid of the traitor, now I can focus on her recovery. I honestly don't give a fuck of how much money her health care is going to cost me, just make her feel better quickly.

Fix her. Broken she's no use to me.

I put a lot of my time into that little girl already, it took a long while for her to finally understood how things stand. My time is precious, I can't waste much more on her. Although I'd hate for it to just end like that, I may won't have a choice. And, of course, I'd had to kill her. Can't sell her to other fuckers, no way. She's mine or she is no one else's.
It'd be a shame to kill her, she really has potential I see it. But if things will call for it, I'll do it in a blink of an eye.

Walking through glass doors I step into the infirmary where I see Sergei eagerly waiting for me. Ivan's there too, of course, didn't dare to leave.

I approach them. "So" I start "her contidion, spill it" I demand.

Sergei looking up at me I know my stare makes him nervous as he takes a deep breath, today? Finally he starts talking "The surgery went well" he tells me "I fixed the part of her lungs that was punctured and fixed the position of her rib." Then I notice drops of sweat on his forehead "but, unfortunately her lungs are still healing so she can't breathe on her own, that's why we had to put her on the ventilator to do the job for her."

Great, she's stuck on a machine.

I sigh "for how long must she be on ventilator?"

"At least 3 days" he tells me carefully. Fuck.

I sigh, trying to calm down. I don't like this one bit.
Yet I have to know all. "What's the recovery time when she wakes up?" I stare down at him.

"W-well" he starts avoiding my question "that's hard to say boss, I really can't give you-"

Having enough my hand lashes forward I grab his surgical gown, fisting it I lift him closer to me. "How.long?" I gritt my teeth at him. Man the fuck up.

"A-at least a month" he quickly stutters.

A whole month?

I let him go, he stumbles backwards. Darkness covers my mind, a month? That's too much. I'm sorry baby, I don't know if this is gonna work.

Rubbing my temples, taking a deep breath I get an urge to hit someone. My fist itching with anger, it'd be so good to just crash it against someone's face. Sergei looks good for that.

Ugh, but no. I need him.

Getting myself together I try to push the anger away. "Details" I demand "what she could do after a month? How healed will she be? How is that month going to look like? And don't fucking sugar coat it"

"Well" he starts, thinking heavily "when we wake her up she'll have to be constantly in bed for about two weeks." He tells me, fuck "then she'll be strong enough to start walking again, but really slowly. The thing is, her ribs are in awful state" he explains "they've most certainly been broken before, at least cracked, multiple times. It affected their contidion. Most of them, on each side, are broken. She'll be on heavy medication for a long while. Recovery will be tough" Kill me "mentally and phyically" he adds in.

Sliding my hand through my hair I think about what I just heard. I didn't think it's going to take that long. He practically told me that first month will be hell for her and then she'll slowly starting to get better. So at least two fucking months. I don't know little girl, it seems a lot.