Page 113 of Prized Possession

“He’s doing okay. I’ll take a blood test from him before I leave, and depending on how much he’s lost, he might need a blood transfusion, or just some iron tablets. We’ll see,” he replies whilst working on my wound, before he stops and turns to face Chloe again. “I’m Mickey, the mafia doctor. What’s a pretty girl like you doing with an arsehole like him? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a woman here before.”

Don’t stab him, don’t stab him,I keep repeating to myself.

Chloe looks at me, her eyes wide as she struggles with what to say. I take pity on her and smack Mickey on the arm.

“Stop staring at her and do your damn job. It’s none of your business. She’s here…and will be for a while. So shut the fuck up and get me stitched up so you can get the fuck out.”

“Someone is being an extra miserable bastard today,” Mickey sings, grinning as he pours antiseptic on my wound.

“Motherfucker!” I yell, squirming to try and stop the burning sensation that feels like it’s melting away the skin around my wound.

“Be nice to me or I won’t use anaesthetic to stitch you up,” Mickey says, wafting the needle in front of my face.

I keep quiet, except for the odd swear word as he sticks the needle into the sensitive skin around the edges of the wound. As the drug is pumped in, it stings and burns just as bad as the anti-septic, before the area goes numb.

As I’m wincing and trying to avoid how much the damn thing hurts, Chloe pulls up a chair next to my head, before reaching over and pulling my hand into hers. She laces our fingers together, and I turn my head to the side to see her giving me her fucking adorable smile.

“Squeeze my hand if it hurts too much,” she whispers, gripping my hand a little tighter.

I stare into her bright silver eyes, watching as they occasionally flick down towards where Mickey is stitching me up, only for her to grimace and look back at me. Her face is a beautiful mix of concern and anguish, and it takes me a little while to realise that it upsets her seeing me in pain.

It’s at that moment, I realise how much Chloe cares about me, and the damn monitor starts to alert when my heart begins to race. Mickey panics for a second, before he sees me looking at Chloe, then he quickly silences the machine with a roll of his eyes.

Chloe’s eyes are wide as she stares at the machine. “Is he okay? Why did it start alarming like that?”

Mickey’s lips spread into a shit-eating grin as I glare at him, silently telling him with my eyes that I will kill him. He turns to Chloe, and gives her a reassuring smile.

“It’s a normal reaction, most likely from the pain. He’s fine.”

I nod my head, grateful that he covered for me, and now I don’t have to kill him. Chloe looks over at me, her brow furrowed as she assesses me again.

“Are you sure?” She asks the question to Mickey, but her eyes never leave mine.

“I’m sure. In fact, I’m all done. I need to put a dressing over it, and put some steri-strips over the other two slashes, but then we’re all done.”

Both me and Chloe breathe a sigh of relief, and once all of my wounds are covered, she helps me to sit up on the table. I try to hide the sharp pain that sticks into my stomach, but she catches the grimace.

“What happens now? Is he going to be okay?” Chloe asks Mickey, who is clearing up his mess.

He gives her a reassuring nod. “I’m going to test his blood, and I’ll be back this afternoon to check up on him.” He then turns to me and says, “Just take it easy.”

Yeah, that isn’t going to happen,I think, as I look at Chloe.

“What will happen if I overexert myself?” I ask cryptically. By the way Mickey’s eyes widen as he glances over at Chloe, I think he knows what I mean.

“You won’t be exerting yourself,” she snaps, her hand on her hip as she glares at me.

I shake my head, smiling at her bossiness. I turn back to Mickey, deciding I may as well embarrass her, since she’s trying to tell me what to do.

“Ignore her, Mickey. She knows I plan to fuck her tonight, and no insignificant little stab wound is going to stop me. Give me some pain killers, so it won’t hurt too much, and tell me what I need to do.”

Chloe’s cheeks turn a bright shade of red as Mickey bends over laughing. She glowers at me, looking like she’s going to kill me, but I just shrug my shoulders.

Mickey clears his throat, trying to find his voice in between fits of laughter. “As your doctor, I have to recommend you not have sex for a couple of days, but as a man who can appreciate how fucking hot she is, I’ll help you out.”

“Call her hot again, or even look at her like that, and I’ll jam that scalpel into your eye,” I reply dangerously.

“Marcus!” Chloe chastises, but Mickey just keeps chuckling.

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