Mafia princess

Chapter 22: Road to Recovery

I wrote this instead of doing assignments.
I have no motivation for work right now so expect a lot of updates.
Lmao enjoy...

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That was the WORST fucking experience of my life.

I didn't remember much from the ride home, I remember coughing up blood, I remembered Adriano cussing out the driver for being too slow, I remember Diego asking STUPID questions and I remembered Dominico's silence.
But I felt his grip, it was always interlocked in my hand never letting me go. I'm pretty sure that was the only thing urging me to hold on.

My stomach had to get painfully stitched up and I wasn't even able to go under anaesthesia.

Why? You ask. Because my dear mother made me immune to all drugs therefore my body does not react to any of them so I sat through hours of my internal body feeling like it was being ripped out.
Quite satisfying actually!

Though I'm rather curious as to how they managed to knock me out the first day I got here.
I'm going to need whatever hard core shit Escobar cooks up!

My eyes were wide open as I was getting stitches and I felt the pressure and the pain mixed together but it was more the uncomfort that frustrated me.

Luckily for me, the knife had just missed my lungs but throughout the whole car ride, I was losing blood, and a lot of it, I almost didn't make it but my body wouldn't let me pass out.
I guess that's something?

I lay there in the empty medical room inside our New York mansion just staring at the ceiling.
Fuck the ceiling, there is not even any tiles for me to count.

I noticed I was out of my dress and in a large T-shirt and comfortable pants and my makeup had been removed from my face.

I could still taste the faint metallic blood lingering in my mouth, I must have coughed it up when I got stabbed.

Well no shit Sienna.

It's so quiet, Where the hell was everyone?
I had been lying here awake for a while but no one has come in, not even the doctor.

Who the hell is the doctor?

My thoughts travel back to the hallucination of my mom that I had seen. Even while dead she still won't let me give up. I chuckle at the thought.
I miss her.

My thoughts are interrupted by a faint knock on the door.

"Come in if you suck d-." My words are interrupted with someone entering the room.
I am about to scold them for cutting me off only to find it's Dominico.

He looks a mess, still in his suit only his tie is loosened and the top button is undone.
His eyes are red and scream of sleep deprivation yet he still seems to look so jaw dropping.

I am about to talk but he presses his finger to my lip to stop me, "Do not ever risk your life like that again. Understand?" He says, his voice stern and deep.

"I don't know, it was kinda fun." I sarcastically reply.

My guess is that this is not a question nor is it up for debate but I don't regret anything I did.

I just nod towards him and his face instantly relaxes but changes into. Confusion?
"You really came to find me?" He asks.

I point to my stab wound, "no shit Sherlock I was looking for Casper."
He smiles a little, I guess he is finally getting used to my overly hyper personality and completely unnecessary comments.