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THE NIGHT WAS INCREDIBLY DELIGHTFUL, apart from the fact Imelda Strouse could gloss over her job for a while, she was also given the opportunity to watch the movie which seemed to have been anticipated by a bunch of people all around the world. For her personally, everything about Bohemian Rhapsody was truly beautiful, though there were some inaccurate facts, it was still included in her list of favorite movies. All of the actors did such an amazing job, but she secretly most praised how Gwilym Lee looks very much alike the young Brian May in the movie.
A tear dripped down her cheek when the Live Aid scene began because not only did it look immensely real, it also reminded Imelda of her father who was also there at that time. Imelda basically grew up together with his Queen's collection, so to say that this movie brought heaps of memories was understandable. Not to mention, she got the chance to meet the two legends Brian May and Roger Taylor. If her father was still alive he would surely bring home dozens of selfies in his phone. But, to sum it all up, today was the real definition of best day ever.
Well, until the after party started.
"Holy shit," Imelda spoke when she got out of the restroom and bumped into a frantic waitress. "You're covered with blood! What happened?"
"It's, um, one of the crew," The waitress explained breathlessly, she seemed eager to go seek help. "He accidentally cut open his arm with, uh, stuff that I don't know."
And as if on cue, a familiar face got out of the men's restroom as well and stopped in tracks almost immediately. Rami's lips parted open slightly at the sight of the waitress. "Holy—"
"Take me to this certain crew," Imelda cut him off as she tied her hair into a messy bun, her doctor instinct immediately kicked in. "Rami, I think I need your assistance. Can you come with me?"
"Uh, okay? I mean, of course."
It was midnight, Imelda assumed that the incident occurred due to a drunken condition. It was no longer a surprise for her, she even thought it would happen anytime soon — any kind of incident could happen in every after party. The loud buzzing music in the bar drowned out the minor mishap that was taking place as the three of them made their way to the guy in the corner of a bar, currently sitting down on the floor with his bloody arm.
"I — I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to ruin your night," The guy apologized, a strong alcohol scent striking her nostrils.
Imelda crouched down next to him and scanned his wound. "Not now. What's your name?"
"Edgar."
"What are you doing until you end up this way, mate?" Rami questioned, looking shocked by the amount of blood.
"Uh, the wine bottle broke and the fragments stuck in my arm," He explained between his heavy breaths. "The rest was too embarrassing to be told."
"Alright," Imelda responded and looked up at Rami. "Can you get me a boiled water and any clean cloth?"
Without saying a word, Rami directly did what she said, led by the waitress to take what Imelda needed. Truthfully, he wasn't completely sure if Imelda was aware of what she was doing since he hadn't had the chance to talk with her earlier, but he had heard Lucy mention surgeon when Joe asked about Imelda during the premiere, so maybe Edgar was in the right hands.
It didn't take long for Rami to come back while carrying what Imelda needed. This time he was alone, the waitress said that she had to go back to work or she would be fired. "Shouldn't we call an ambulance or take him to a nearby hospital?"
"He's been severely cut, going to an emergency room is not the most practical option. He needs at least a first aid action," Imelda replied as she focused herself to clean up the blood with the cloth, not even sparing a glance at Rami. Then, she grabbed her dental floss, a pocket of sterile needles, and hand sanitizer out of her bag.
If the situation wasn't slender in the middle, Rami would have asked why she had prepared all those stuff. However, in her part, it had become a normal thing for Imelda to carry it all with her because she was a doctor, she needed to be ready every time.
"Okay, I'm going to stitch the wound in a primitive way, that means no anesthetic."
Edgar's eyes widened and were about to detach his hand out of her grasp, but Imelda's grip tightened. "Shit, no, what about the hospital?"
"You've interrupted my day off, tarnished my dress with your blood, the last thing you can do is let me take care of your wound," Imelda answered, her voice soft yet firm at the same time. "If you insist on refusing, you're gonna get a nasty infection. Do you want that? Go ahead. But, don't blame me if your arm will be amputated."
All they could do was stare at her like she had grown antlers on her head, but deep inside, Rami literally couldn't reduce the feelings of amazement toward Imelda. And somehow, there was also a feeling that he was attached to her more than he thought.
