CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 5

Demetria.

It's been six whole days since Alejandro Mariano kidnapped me and during that time, I've not been told to do anything at all. Infact I just sit around this house all day reading, watching TV and eating delicious food. I've fallen asleep on the den more than once, that it has been my favorite spot and it was a good thing no one else comes in here.

I barely see my captor, except at breakfast when he insists on eating shirtless and covered in sweat. But otherwise, it's like I'm on a vacation in a beautiful hotel or spa that I'm not allowed to leave. Believe me, I've triple checked all exits and this place Is locked up thoroughly. I am not leaving until he allows it. There's even a swimming pool and a sauna, but I don't have a swimsuit, so I haven't been able to make use of those facilities.

I have a few dollars savings in the bank though, maybe I could ask him about ordering one online? Or would that be crazy?

" Demetria?" Santino's voice snaps me from my daydream, and I look up to see him at the door of the den.

" Yeah?"

" I need your help" 

I stare at him, open mouthed.

" Like right now" he says and I jump to my feet. I follow him along the hallway and down a corridor of the east wing which I haven't explored much.

" Is something wrong?" I ask as I stare a the back of his head.

" The boss has been stabbed and we could do without taking him to the OR" he says nonchalantly.

" Oh God. Is he okay?"

" It all depends on you"

Oh no! Alejandro was going to die and I doubt his death would benefit me, since I was already involved in his life, his death probably means my death also.

" I'm not a surgeon santino," I insist 

" He just needs some stitching up"

" Oh right" 

He stops outside a door before turning to me. " At least it wasn't a bullet" he says, before pushing open the door and stepping inside.

I follow him into the brightly lit room. It looks like a mix of a doctors office and an operating theatre. I scan the room and note the equipment, the locked glass medicine cabinet, which makes me smirk at the irony. Pretty sure anyone in the house could get their hands on whatever is in that cabinet and more.

But my attention is quickly drawn to the man on the bed in the center of the room, who's bleeding profusely and despite all there was no pain evident on his features. The other man, was howling in pain.

" I don't have all day Dee" Alejandro says, a frown evident on his face. I'm sure it was a hard hit on his large ego for me to see him in this state.

" You're not bleeding to death Ric, it's just a fucking scratch" santino says to the other man who was in the room.

" You should find everything you need in here," Alejandro adds with a roll of his eyes.

" Great" I eye the needle and the medical thread on the tray beside the bed. " Can you grab me some morphine from the cabinet" I said to santino 

" I do not need some morphine, just stitch me up" Alejandro snaps.

" I will need some doc " the other man whose name was Ric adds and Alejandro shoots a glare at him.

I look at the deep gash on Alejandro's chest as I start preparing to clean the wound and stem the blood flow. " I'm going to sew your skin, and this is a deep cut surely you can swallow your pride and take some drugs to help with the pain" I snap at him.

" Does it look like I'm in pain Dee? And is that how to talk to your patient who is practically at the verge of death? " He smirks.

Santino suddenly smashes the glass of the cabinet. I turn to glare at him from the corner of my eye and I could see Alejandro rolling his eyes.

" Only the doc has the keys" he says with a shrug.

Alejandro didn't even flinch as I examine his wound and tend to him. I sew careful stitches to try and leave a neat scar as possible.

I moved to Ric who was already on the bed. Ric winces and shouts in pain as I examine his wound, so I tell him exactly what I'm doing and what I'm about to do. Assuring him that he's safe and he's going to be just fine. He nods in understanding, whimpering softly as I tend to him. When I give him a shot of morphine, he relaxs and a few minutes later he mumbles about how pretty I am as I was stitching his wounds. 

It was probably the drugs talking considering I gave him a lot.

There's something quite cathartic about helping to heal others, at least for me.

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After I fixed Alejandro and Ric up, I went to my room to shower and change out of my bloodstained clothes. It's late anyway so I pull on my oversized t-shirt that I wear as pajamas sometimes. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I feel a sense of something I haven't experienced in a long time. Usefulness, perhaps?

The sense of purpose that I always used to feel when I was nursing.

My stomach growls loudly, reminding me I'm also hungry. Ravenous, in fact. I was so engrossed in my book downstairs earlier that I didn't have dinner. Pushing myself up, I look for some sweats or jeans to throw on with my t-shirt, but they're all in the laundry hamper now beneath my bloody clothes. I definitely need to get myself more things to wear.

My t-shirt resembles a short dress. Hopefully, nobo

dy nobody would catch me at this hour if I make a quick dash for the kitchen.