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"Vittore I'm fine," I grumbled to the hovering Italian as I pushed myself off the side of the hospital bed.

Mr. big bad and scary had carried me all the way to the hotel's infirmary. I don't exactly know how he managed to get me a doctor but with the fear radiating off the people who came towards us, I suspected it wasn't of peaceful means.

Vittore grumbled in protest under his breath as I stood up on my two feet and when he reached out to put me back on the bed, wouldn't be the first time, I slapped his arms away.

"For fuck's sake they said I was fine. Just a minor head injury and some minimal blood loss. That's it," I argued. Yeah minimal blood loss was a lot for me. I was thinking of the pills that were now at the penthouse that I desperately needed to take.

Vittore rolled his eyes and I decided to change the subject before things got messy.

"What does it mean? The Raven," I asked.