Mafia’s Curves

Fallon’s POV

Gosh I hate hangover, I swatted a heavy arm from my naked waist and got up trying my best not to hiss in pain from the headache.

I wore my clothing items that were thrown randomly around the room. I really don’t wanna deal with a guy asking for my number or second night, Yucckk.

I didn’t even bother to write a note, I just waltz out of the apartment with my head held high. I got in my car, thank god we drove in my car and I went to the nearest café.

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I went inside the café and ordered my brunch. You’d think I should have invited someone but to speak the truth, I don’t trust anyone. The kind waiter got my food within minutes and I dived into it like a starving woman.

After I paid my bill, I walked towards my car while checking my emails, having no idea about the danger crawling up and gripping my neck.

I was about 20 feet away from the car when my car blasted sending me flying back a few feet.

I laid on the ground cold, too numb to hear anything, my body was momentarily paralyzed. I would hear the buzzing sound all around me, I was shaking in fear and uncertainty. My head was throabing in pain like someone forging iron with a hammer. It hurts.

Everything hurts.

The sharp poisonous claws of fear and trauma clutching me to my very bone, making it impossible for me to move or think at the moment.

When things became too unbearable I drifted into darkness.

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I groaned and woke up to a beeping noise, I feel exhausted, physically and mentally drained. I looked around, I am in the hospital I work at, I squeezed my eyes trying to calm myself. Thank goddess the lights were very dim as to not hurt my eyes.

I pressed the switch kept near my hand and in seconds my colleague Dr. Robertson came in, “hey Fallon, how are you feeling?” He asked really concerned about me. I just motioned to the water on the table, he poured some water for me and brought close to my lips. I drank greedily and sat back up. He sat on the chair next to my bed and held my hand.

I gulped, ” physically my head and back hurts. Emotionally, all I feel is fear, raw terror *gulp*” I didn’t meet his eyes while saying those things.

I don’t like to share my feelings with anyone but now.. it wasn’t something I could burry inside me. I had to let it out.

“It’s normal Fallon, anyone in your position would have felt the same way. I talked to our boss, he told you to take some time off and rest, you’ll have the regular payment and a nurse 24/7 by your side. You don’t have to worry about anything…” I looked at him gratefully and smiled at him

“Thanks Liam you’re really a very good friend. I am happy to have you as a part of my life” I smiled and squeezed his hands softly. He smiled back, “what are friends for silly? Anyway other than that, you have concussion and heavy bruises on your back. It’s too early to tell what else your going through mentally but Dr. Kimb will be there to assist you. I have booked your appointment with her for next week, I’ll text you the details. Above all I would be handling your patients till you recover” I chuckled nodding.

After some more talks he left me to attend other people.

How funny is it, people who I thought would care for me ended up hurting me the most and people with whom I don’t usually talk with are the people who care about me. I sighed not wanting to let the dark memories bring me down again, I layed down and soon I drifted into a dreamless slumber.

I woke up to side caressing of my cheeks, I leaned into it wanting to take more warmth. I slowly opened my eyes to see mom and her husband looking at me worriedly.

“Mom? Dad? What are you guys doing here?” I asked hoarsely and sat up on my bed. Mom helped me up, “how are you feeling baby?” Mom asked me, I couldn’t say the truth so I did what I have perfected over the years, I smiled softly yet convincingly, “I am okay mom but why are you here?” I ask

“We got the news about you and got here as soon as we could, what happened baby?” Dad asked rage clear in his eyes. I was hesitant to tell them, I didn’t wanna burden them with my problems,” I don’t think you should know…” I said not wanting to meet their eyes.

“Sweety, I know what your thinking…. But please tell us what happened, maybe we could help you in some way” mom said in her soft voice, I sighed not wanting to argue with her now, “I don’t feel like talking about that now mom.. please” both of them nodded their head understandingly.

I wonder why police have not come yet for the investigation.

I asked her about my brothers and other things like works.. well that all, I don’t talk much now a days and this incident has shaken me to my very core.

The door suddenly banged open and a worried… Elisabeth? Elisabeth what the fuck is she doing here? And where the fuck is the nurse? See I don’t hate Elisabeth or anything, it’s just that… Its a fucking hospital for crying out loud and I am a doctor, how are the nurses letting more than 2 people enter at once?

She came to the other side of the bed, “Fallon? Oh my god! What has happened to you??” She inspects me, well apart from trauma and being feets away from death.. nothing! I sarcastically think.

“Elisabeth, you shouldn’t worry so much it isn’t good for your health and the bab–” a soft slap cut me off, I have her a ‘seriously’ look, “can you turn off the fucking doctor mode??? It’s fucking annoying!” She exaggerated, woopsh pregnancy hormones!

Mom and dad left while I was talking… well at least trying to talk to Elisabeth, “did you come here alone?” I ask her trying to change the topic.

She rolled her eyes, “no dummy, I came here with damon, he is talking to the police outside” she shrugged

“Why is he talking to the police?” I asked

“Well… how do I say this?? Ummmm” she mumbled to herself, I rose my eyebrow at her, “wearetakingyoubacktotheislandanddamonisgoingtoimvestigatethematterhimself”

I looked at her in confusion, “what?”

“We are taking you back to the island and the Damon is going to investigate the matter himself” she said slowly but her eyes were down casted.

“Why are you getting him involved in this mess? This is my problem and I will resolve it my way.” I said as calmly as possible, I know the fuck I could do but my pride won’t let me ask for help from them, I am no burden to duty to anyone other than the police.

“That’s not the point! We talked to your parents and even they agreed that you should come with us!” She argued totally ignoring my statement.

“The last time I checked I am a fucking adult and take decisions for myself!” I snapped at her, I groaned mentally god my head hurts, where the fuck is the nurse?

“Well the last time I checked the fucking adult almost got herself killed” she snapped back

Touché.

I huffed, know that I lost the battle… maybe not yet, “well I cannot come, as you know I am the only cardiologist here and I cannot leave!” I stated, damn I am good

“We could arrange that, anyway the doctor at our place has resigned. We need a doctor, maybe you can work for us” I cringed at the idea, god no. I have no problems hanging out with the mafia people or whatever it is called,, but working for them big no!

Mom, dad and Damon came in the room, momentarily forgetting about the topic, I talked with Damon, catching up on things and reminiscing the old times.

After sometime Elisabeth brought the topic once again and everyone thought I should go. The fuck I should, I was hell bend in not going with them, my concussion only increased with all these shouting.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

The nurse finally came in and threw them all out. I shouted at her for being so careless and letting people enter without informing me about them, the woman looked like she would piss her pants any moment now.

I calmed down after some time, she checked my vitals and heart rate. After giving me medicines I instructed her to not let anyone come inside except Dr. Richardson, I shooed her and started thinking deeply about the current situation.

I am not a pushover anymore, if I want things in my life my way, it fucking will be.

I couldn’t help but wonder who did this and why?

As far as I know I haven’t made any powerful person my enemy, hell even a normal person… I am a very peaceful person.

But planting a bomb won’t be a job of a normal person either. That person has to be a powerful and rich person or has access to such things.

As much as it hurts my pride, I have to take help of them. I want to know who did this as soon as possible, I know for a fact that the police won’t be able to do anything more than what the law allows them.

And with the Mafia’s help it will be done in no time… Or at least faster than the police can.

Because this is not the first time…. someone gave me death threat before. A couple of days back, I brushed it off thinking it’s a prank by some devious nurses who don’t like me. But the matter is way serious than I thought it would be, I had to swallow my pride and go there. They would be more helpful, but I won’t just give in, I will make sure to keep those who are persisting me on their toes.

I smirked evilly, forming a plan in my head. I am going to make them sweat their tits off.

Thinking of it, I soon drifted off to sleep.