“Okay,” he says calmly. “I’m going to give you something to help with the pain. That won’t take long to kick in, and once it does, I’ll examine your wound.”
He’s young, likely in his mid to late thirties if I had to guess. He’s not wearing a doctor’s coat, but the guys called himdoctor.
Hopefully he actually is one.
The bullet went all the way through, which I know from experience is a good sign.
Pulling off my hoodie, overcoat, and shirt is painful as fuck, but the doc calls over Mario to hold rags against the front and back of my shoulder.
Hopefully they’re sterile or, at the very least, clean. The last thing I want is an infection.
The doctor gets to work, giving me the good drugs.
He was right.
They don’t take long to kick in.
Thank God for small miracles and all that.
“I told you not to take any risks.” Moretti’s voice shocks me back to reality.
I don’t think I was sleeping. More like daydreaming from whatever the doc gave me before stitching me up. “It wasn’t exactly in my game plan, but shit happens.”
“I swear to God, Hawk,” Vanessa says. “Move, or I will hurt you.”
Moretti rolls his eyes, his head swiveling to look at the door. “Let her pass. He’s fine. A little pale, but he’ll live.”
Before I forget or risk losing it, I dig into my jeans pocket, pulling out the flash drive.
“This is what came off one of the computers in Grigoryan’s office. It was the only device without internet access.” I hold out my hand, and Moretti takes it. “I got some pictures of hisphysical files on my phone. I’ll see if I can have my tech friend pull them off it and send them to you.”
“Or you could simply hand me your phone.” Moretti steps out of the way as Vanessa barrels across the room.
I quirk an eyebrow. “It’s in my other pocket, and the doctor said not to push myself too much.”
Vanessa makes it to my side, and her expression makes my chest tight.
“Hell of a way to ruin our night together. Huh?” I flash her a playful smile.
“Grab his phone,” Moretti chimes in.
“I was so worried about you,” Vanessa chokes out, digging in my pocket. “I felt like I was going to puke the entire car ride home. You’re not allowed to do stupid shit. My nerves can’t handle it.”
I chuckle, which ends up being a bad call. The pain meds have managed to keep the discomfort to a minimum, but any small movement sends a radiating pain down my arm and into my jaw.
“Sorry, princess,” I tell her truthfully. “The doc said I got lucky. He doesn’t think it clipped anything vital?—”
“You’re almost deathly pale,” she snaps, holding my phone over her shoulder for Moretti. “Take this.”
“That’s to be expected, but outside of blood loss, Dr. Gonzalez said there were no major complications,” Hawk chimes in, nodding at me from where he stands, leaning against the wall just inside the door. “Glad to see you’re okay.”
“Thank you,” I say sincerely.
“What happened to your head?” Vanessa holds out her hand but doesn’t make contact with my skin.
“Uh, I ducked and rolled down a stairwell. My hard-ass head caught the fall.” I reach my good hand around, resting it on her hip and ass. “I’m fine. I’ll be good as new before you know it.”
The doctor warned he’ll need to keep an eye on my range of motion, and if it gives me trouble, I might need physical therapy, but I’m staying optimistic.
