Page 31 of Amadeo
“Deve lavarsi la bocca con il sapone, Signor Descalia,” Gia chided him.You need to wash your mouth out with soap, Mr. Descalia.
I kept forgetting that she knew Italian. I shook my head. Only the good doctor would tell my father off and in his own language, no less. She had no fear of the man or of anything it seemed. Most often, people with just a little sense knew he wasn’t someone you messed with. Like he was known as theBad Moon Rising. Did she even know this fact? Or how about the fact that anyone who crossed him, paid for it. Case in example…Deacon in a coma.
Dr. Ribisi had courage to spare though. I also did believe she would protect her patient beyond what anyone guessed. Despite her dislike for me, I admired her a lot. She showed me no patience but went to school for most of her life. That showed patience. Also, the way she spoke to Deacon a few minutes ago, so softly, gently. And he had responded, doing exactly as she asked. He calmed down immediately. A good bedside manner is what that was called. Too bad it didn’t extend to someone like me.
I wasn’t sure what it was she thought I’d done in the past? Yes, I could have someone look into it but I refused to do that. I would get her to tell me. That was my goal. Maybe not a smart choice but I felt determined to stay with this until I found out the truth. Trouble was, would it set her and I free? And what would that mean? Maybe I could clear this up somehow and she might agree to a date? Cause I really believed there had to be some kind of mistake. But I sure as hell couldn't defend myself if I didn’t know what the accusation was. I knew my teen years had been a little reckless as I rebelled like most young men did, normally. There had been the last five years of normal casual dating. I do know I never hurt anyone, not that I remembered. Never led a girl on then dumped her as Gia hinted at that more than anything else.
Gia and the nurse took about ten more minutes attending to Deacon. He still had his IV and oxygen through his nose, but he’d been freed of all the machines except for the heart monitor.
He hadn’t fought them or even moved around much, then he had finally fallen to sleep.
Or was it sleep? I wondered if he would go to sleep again and not wake up. Hell, I had no medical training and Google did not count.
Gia walked over and told my father, “He will be in a weakened state for a few more days. Perhaps longer? We do not know yet. It is a challenge when a comatose patient wakes up.”
“So how long until we know?” my father asked.
Shrugging, she replied, “Could be a month? With this kind of situation, it depends on many factors.”
My father said nothing substantial but he looked pissed as he grumbled under his breath then pivoted and stalked out of the room.
I glanced back over to Gia.
She glared at me.
I slowly shook my head and asked, “Why are you staring poison daggers at me, again?”
“You called him?” she accused.
I was puzzled for a few seconds then realized what she meant as I asked, “My father, you mean?”
Nodding, she lowered her voice to add, “How could you do such a thing? You knew Valen would be upset to see him in here.”
I fought to control my anger as I replied, “I did not text or call him, Dr. Ribisi.”
“Yeah, no one called him.”
We both turned to look at Tito.
He pointed upward.
Her and I both looked to where he pointed.
At first, I didn’t see it. Then my eyes narrowed. “Well, shit.”
Gia scoffed. “I never knew they were there.”
Tito shrugged. “Honestly, I forgot about the cameras. Installed them myself more than a week ago. You have to understand we can take no chances.” Even as he said it, he glanced over at Valencia and sighed.
Gia reached out and tugged on my sleeve as she apologized, “I’m sorry.”
I didn’t know how to reply. In fact, I felt convinced that if I opened my mouth, I would most likely insert a size 12 shoe. So, I said nothing.
She didn’t wait for my reply anyway as she turned and went back over to check on her patient.
I got it that Gia hated me and she had instantly jumped at blaming me for harmful meddling. I was fast believing now that wanting her was a bad idea. I wish I didn’t want her at all, butsince I tasted her lips, I felt bound to win the good doctor over. I still wanted her in my bed and in my life. Insane? Absolutely. But it’s been said that nothing great came easy, or was it that nothing crazy came easy? I felt pretty discouraged at this point though.
So, if my world sucked, maybe I could help Tito’s world which had suddenly fast tracked to being fucked. Tito being my father’s henchman so to speak and in love with the enemy's sister. The enemy by the way, was now awake and on the road to being well enough to be dead. I reached over to pat Tito’s arm. “You okay, man?”
