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|Hook Me(Men of Inked #2) by Chelle Bliss|
As I walked down the hallway, I felt like my shoes were filled with cement. I stood outside the room, gathering my thoughts before I walked in.
Even if it were Michael on that table, I had to help save his life.
I needed to separate myself from our… whatever we were.
Holding my breath, I approached the gurney slowly.
A dark haired man lay motionless on the table covered in blood and dirt. Dr. Patel stood over him, shining a light in his eyes as nurses hung IVs.
“What do we have, Doctor?” My voice cracked as I spoke.
The heaviness in my chest eased when my eyes flickered the man’s face again.
It wasn’t Michael.
“Mr. Gallo, can you hear me?” Patel shouted to him, but he was unconscious. Looking up at me as he placed the light in his pocket and spoke quickly, “Dr. Greco, we have an adult male thrown from a bike but wearing a helmet. His leg is mangled and we’ve controlled the bleeding. We’re still assessing the damage before sending him to surgery. We need to cut his clothing off and check for other injuries.”
Grabbing a pair of scissors I looked at his face before I started to cut the material around his injured leg. “Head trauma?” I asked, looking at the dried blood on his face and neck.
“The helmet took the brunt of it, but he’s been in an out of consciousness. We’ve started him on pain meds for his leg and hand. He came in conscious, but the pain meds knocked him out. We need an x-ray on that leg for the surgeons.” His hands never stopped moving as he checked the patients’ body for visible damage.
“X-Ray please,” I yelled to the nurse near the doorway before she scurried away.
His blood pressure was elevated and needed to be brought under control before surgery.
“Have you started him on anything for his BP?” I asked.
He squinted at the monitor and grabbed a small vile form the cart, filling the needle before pushing the liquid into the line.
“Clear the room please,” The technician said standing in the doorway with the x-ray portable machine.
“After the films are taken, he can be prepped for surgery,” Dr. Patel said as we walked into the hall.
I felt useless.
I hated coming into a room late and feeling left out of the diagnosis, which usually happened at the start of the shift.
“He’ll need surgery to repair his leg and most likely his hand.” Dr. Patel rubbed the back of his neck and sighed.
“I can go talk to the family while you handle the transfer papers if you’d like,” I offered.
I needed to see Michael if he was in the waiting room.
He nodded, giving me a small smile before going back into the room when the technician called out, “All clear.”
My stomach started to cramp as I walked toward the waiting room. I knew the other Gallo’s would be there.
This wasn’t the way I wanted to meet them.
When I pushed opened the door the first person I saw was Michael. My heart raced and I wanted to jump into his arms. I had the urge to kiss him and tell him how worried I was when I saw his name, but I couldn’t.
I needed to remain calm and do my job.
His pained eyes met mine, and the cocky grin he wore so well was missing.
“Gallo family?” I said staring in his eyes.
“Yes,” an older woman said, standing as she wiped her tear stained face.
I moved toward her, grabbing a chair, I positioned myself close to Michael.
“I wanted to let you know he’s being prepped for surgery. Although we don’t know the full extent of his injuries yet, we know his leg needs surgery being badly damaged in the wreck.” I looked at Michael and swallowed as my nose tingled. “His hand is broken and may also need to be repaired during surgery. We won’t know more until he’s in the operating room.”
“Was he awake, Doctor? Can I see him?” the older woman asked as she leaned forward, choking on her words.
“He’s been in and out of consciousness, ma’am. You can see him when he’s in the recovery room.”
“Will he live?” The blond at her side asked, clutching the woman’s hand.
“All I can say is that he’s currently stable but his injuries are serious.”
I could feel Michael’s eyes on me, almost boring a hole in my skin as I talked with the two woman.
Tears began to stream down the younger woman’s face as she choked out, “Just make my Joey alright.”
I patted her knee, trying to reassure her. “We’ll do everything in our power to help him.” I stood, looking at the entire family. “You can move to the surgery waiting room when you feel ready. Don’t hesitate to ask for updates and watch the monitor on the wall. It’ll show you when the surgeries begun and when it’s finished.”
Reaching out, the older woman touched my hand. “Thank you, dear.”
I nodded before I looked at Michael, giving him a weak smile.
“Come on, Mother, let’s go wait where the nice doctor told us for our boy,” the older gentleman that sat next to Michael, said to the woman. Grabbing her by the waist, he helped her walk, allowing her to lean on him for support.
I envied them. They loved each other. I smiled at them until screaming drew my attention toward the hall.
“Outta my f**king way,” a woman yelled as she walked into the room.
“Isabella, watch your mouth,” the woman said, her voice stern.
Frowning, she looked at the floor not making eye contact. “Sorry, Ma. What happened to Joe? Is he okay?” Her eyes glistened as a tear slid down her cheek.