Desperado- The Rise and Search

Chapter 20

Chapter Twenty

Isabella

I can feel Lucca burning a hole through my head with his intense gaze. The doctor stepped out of the room five minutes ago, but it feels like it's been five hours instead. Has Lucca attempted to talk to me? Nope. Has he even made any type of noise? No. Now that I'm thinking about it, I don't even think he's breathing.

I roll my eyes at my stupid thought. Of course he's breathing.

I shrug my jacket off of my shoulders and throw it on the chair that's beside Lucca. I lay back on the hospital bed, placing my glasses on the small table beside it. I close my eyes, letting darkness consume me.

If Lucca isn't going to talk, then I'm going to need something to distract me from the pain coursing through my hand. I'm never hitting someone again. I'll just let Gabi or Robert shoot them next time.

"Are you passing out on me?" I hear Lucca scramble to his feet frantically. My eyes shoot open and I see him staring at me worriedly.

"I'm fine. I just wanted to take a small nap."

"I think you should stay awake. The Dr. Anderson should be back soon."

I smile gently. "I'm fine-" He gives me a pointed look. "Well besides the obvious. Can we talk about this later? I'm in a lot of pain right now which is making me more out of breath then usual."

The crease in his forehead deepens. "Why are you out of breath?"

I giggle. "It's just how my body works. When I'm in pain, it's harder for me to breath." His face remains the same. "Go sit back down Lucca. I'm going to take a nap."

I block out anything he has to say and let sleep consume me.

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I hear soft murmurs around me, causing me to groan. I was really enjoying my sleep.

I open my eyes, blinking them a few times adjusting to the light. I instantly see Lucca and Dr. Anderson talking at the end of the bed about my hand... My hand! I look down and see that it's wrapped in an off white cast... A pearl white cast. I smile softly as I lift my hand slightly, trying to get adjusted to the new weight and of course, it's too heavy for my liking.

Hopefully it'll be off soon. Most of my job requires me to have two hands, not one. Working tomorrow is definitely going to be a difficult task.

"Oh good! You're finally awake." My gaze diverts from my cast to a joyous Dr. Anderson. "I'm surprised you slept through all of that. Lucca had to carry you to the x-ray room because our wheelchairs aren't sanitary." Dr. Anderson ridicules.

My gaze flutters over to Lucca whose staring at me passively. Great.

I clear my throat. "I'm sorry. I've just been really tired these past few days... How's my hand?"

"Well it is indeed broken. You're going to need to wear the casts for six to eight weeks. You'll need to go to your doctor for a checkup in three weeks."

I nod my head, taking all of it in.

"I can still work, right?" I can feel Lucca glaring at me, but I simply ignore him.

"As long as you're not putting too much pressure on your hand, I would say that you can." I let out a sigh of relief. "Well if that's all for today, I have other patients to tend to. Feel free to come back if you're having any complications."

"Thank you." I respond gratefully.

He smiles then walks out of the room. I glance at Lucca who is standing right beside the bed now. I give him a small smile before I slide off of the bed. I slip on my jacket and I go to grab my bag, but he beats me to it. He motions for me to exit the room which I do silently. I'm not sure why he's being quiet, but as long as he's not trying to kill someone then I guess it's okay.