Fiore Mortale (mxm)

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Then:

"You didn't stay up all night, did you?" The nurse asks bright and early at seven a few hours later as I'd peeled the gauze pads off and counted five entry points sighing in relief.

Her eyes widen and she presses a button next to my bed. Suddenly other nurses come in immediately cleaning the wounds and repairing the damage they'd thought I'd done.

Hell I was doped up on morphine, I couldn't feel a thing. "Don't give us a scare like that Eli." Dr. Mosley says gently, having an officer come in to handcuff my other wrist to the side of the bed away from the gown I'd ripped open. "I just want the best for you." Both of my wrists are now fully tied down. The nurse returns soon after.

"How do you feel?" She murmurs, setting down a glass of water on a tray. "You would feel better if you drunk that." I stare blankly at it, turning to the window.

"Would you open the window for me?" She does, allowing the early sunshine to gloss the dreary room.

"Do you want anything to eat?" There's a pregnant pause. "Eli?"

"No, please go away."

"You've been in a coma for almost three weeks, you s-"

"I said no." Sighing she leaves and closes the door behind her. I just wanted to know if he'd come see me after all of this mess. I missed him regardless of how I managed to piss him off.

Dr. Mosley returns, squinting at the sun, but thinking I'd been making progress.

"So how do you feel?" He asks, but I look back at the heart monitor. He moves to uncuff my right wrist so I could flex it.

"That's too loud, cut it off." The doctor doesn't move one inch. I snatch at the cuff wanting to see my hand again, but realizing the other one is still strapped down. He moves towards the left of my bed side and I see him pull out a small bottle.

"I don't want anymore morphine. I want to feel it." I stop him, grabbing his arm with my right hand.

"My instructions were to make sure you felt no pain, at all." I watch as he injects the medication in me. "Do you feel better?" I nod my head enjoying the high I felt.

"Good feelings." I murmur, letting my eyes flutter as I drop my head to the side.

"Page the nurse or me if you need something, I'll be back in thirty minutes. Okay?" I mutter something incoherently, not bothering to correct myself.

It feels like a dream when the door opens what seems like moments later.
"I hear you've been awake less than six hours and already have been raising hell." I meet bouncy, pretty brown eyes that come to my right side. I close my eyes a few times before making her figure not so blurry.

"Carmen." I taste her name in my mouth, unsure about it since she was almost the last face I remember seeing.

"How are you feeling?"

"Probably doped up on medication." Giovanni points out, as I see Alanine, Narazio, and Arsenio. My eyes take in the navy blue suit he's wearing with the admirable cream shirt he has on and he takes off the shades. His eyes are considerably darker as they meet mine. God he's always so gorgeous.

"He's awake, glad you all got my call. There's a little confusion here and there, but overall he's fine. I have a few medications prescribed he should take for a few weeks and everything will be okay. He's very lucky to be alive, a few more centimeters to the left and there wouldn't have been anything we could've done. With a little paperwork he can go home today." Dr. Mosley explains.