The Mafia's Babies by Kaycee Romano (howl and other poems txt) 📗

The nurse nodded before making her way to the cabinet under her desk, coming back with a vial and a syringe which she filled and injected into the IV drip attached to the back of his hand.

"How come Dr. Erwin didn't take care of it?" Katrina asked, watching her read through the report.

"Because I am in charge of his case." She replied, looking up and giving the Boss wife a polite smile.

"Then where were you all this time?" Katrina glared at her, standing up from the couch. Maybe she was being a bit excess but she was worried sick about her son's health and she did not like the fact that the doctor in charge of him wasn't paying more attention to him.

He was a VIP after all and he had to be given more attention than the rest of the patients. It only seemed right.

Dr. Johnson raised a brow, her smile faltering for a second before she fixed it.

"Doing my job." She said. "Taking care of my patients. I was about to take my rounds when I got the message to come here."

The glare on Katrina's face didn't falter but Dr. Johnson didn't look the least affected.

"Chill miss, your brother is-"

"Son." She corrected, but her lips tugged up a bit, being called her son's sister. She wasn't aware nor confident of her obvious beauty but that small error in the doctor's observation gave her a boost of self-esteem.

"Really?" River was genuinely taken aback. According to the reports, Mateo Adesso was thirty-two. His mom had to be at least forty-eight. She looked so young. "Okay...Your son is fine. No one has died from a GSW on the thigh. At least not on my watch."

"GSW?" Mateo asked.

"Gunshot wound."

"How long will it be before I can walk?" He enquired.

"You have to stay in bed for two weeks before you can start physiotherapy." She said passing the clipboard back to the nurse, Susan. "But that will take another month so you have to be here for about two months before you can go back to your normal life."

"Two months?" Katrina asked, her eyebrows furrowed. Mateo being out of the picture for two months was indeed going to cause many problems. She wanted her son to heal quickly and in peace but if he missed work for that long, he will have to make up for it when he was out and that will take such a toll on her precious son.

"His artery was ruptured. There are complications which come with it. You should be glad that nothing serious happened." She replied and then turned her attention to the patient. "There are nerves and blood vessels inside the bone you know. You were less than .1 inches close to losing your leg."

Mateo nodded and finally said, "Thanks for your service, Doctor Johnson."

She nodded with a smile but then cocked her head and said, "Care to translate?"

Katrina let out a chuckle and Mateo felt a smile tug at his lips. "I said thanks."

Mateo turned to his mother and nodded. She pulled out the envelope from her denim jacket and forwarded it to the surgeon.

Dr. Johnson looked at her confused.

"Umm.."

"A gift, for your service."

She reluctantly took it from the Boss wife and opened it, pulling half the check out before pushing it back in and holding it out to the gorgeous woman.

"I don't need it. I get paid for what I do."

"It's a token of our gratitude." Katrina smiled. "We would appreciate it if you accept it."

"Thank you but no."

"Dr.Erwin took it."

"Dr. Erwin has financial needs. I don't."

"Just-"

"No." She smiled. "Thank you. I gotta go now. I need to finish my rounds before my shift ends."

She kept the envelope on the nightstand.

"Have a good day." She smiled again and turned on her heels, walking out the room.

"Is she always like that?" Katrina asked the middle-aged nurse. She had especially requested someone older because her precious son was moody and the last thing he needed was some puttana flipping her hair and showing off her cleavage to get his attention.

(Puttana - bitch/whore)

Mateo could see that despite her initial outburst, Katrina Adesso did like the orthopedic surgeon.

"She's usually chirpy and sarcastic." She smiled affectionately; her voice filled with respect for the young doctor. "You met her on one of her down days."

"Mama, will you ask the accountant to send the money to her bank account?" Mateo asked.

Katrina nodded, ruffling her son's hair and sat back down on the couch, pulling out her phone and typing away on it while Mateo laid back on the bed, feeling the exhaustion take over him.