Sabrina, the sweet, bubbly girl next door, never imagined being pulled into a world of danger. But meeting Julian, a captivating mafia member with a dark past, changes everything.
As she falls for him, she's torn between love and the dangerous secr...
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I called the doctor as soon as I got Sabrina settled back on the couch. She was trying to rest, but I could see the pain etched into every line of her face.
Every little movement made her flinch. I hated seeing her like this.
When the doctor finally arrived, I led him in quickly, giving him a brief rundown of what I'd done to help her.
"I cleaned her wounds and bandaged her stomach. It was the worst one, but she's bruised all over," I said, my voice tight.
The doctor gave me a nod, setting his bag down on the coffee table. "Let's take a look, then," he said.
I turned to Sabrina, sitting so small on the couch. Her hands were clutched together in her lap, her knuckles pale.
I knelt down in front of her, brushing my hand over hers gently. "It's okay," I murmured. "He's just going to check you out. You trust me?"
Her big, watery eyes met mine, and she gave a shaky nod. "I trust you."
"Good girl," I said softly, my hand lingering on hers for a second longer before I stood up and stepped back to give the doctor room.
Sabrina hesitated, her fingers trembling as they moved to the hem of her shirt.
She started to lift it, but it was so slow, almost hesitant, like she didn't want anyone to see.
"Sab, it's okay," I said gently, my heart aching at how vulnerable she looked.
With a deep breath, she pulled her shirt up, exposing the bandages I'd put on earlier.
The doctor leaned closer, his expression unreadable as he began unwrapping them.
When the last of the bandages came off, I saw the full extent of her injuries again.
Her stomach was a mess of bruises—deep purples and sickly yellows spreading across her skin.
The cut I'd tried to bandage was deeper than I'd realized, and the dried blood around it made me sick to my stomach.
The doctor's face hardened as he looked her over. "You've been through quite a lot," he said gently, pulling on a pair of gloves.
He cleaned the cut more thoroughly than I had, using some kind of antiseptic that made Sabrina wince and bite her lip.
"Sorry," he murmured, his tone kind but focused. "I know it stings, but we need to prevent infection."
Sabrina nodded, her face pale as she gripped the couch cushion tightly. I stayed close, my fists clenched at my sides.
I wanted to hold her hand, to comfort her, but I didn't want to get in the way.
"She's lucky it wasn't deeper," the doctor said, glancing up at me. "It could have been life-threatening if it had gone even an inch further."
