Extraction

"Where the fuck is the doctor, Geraldo?!" Giovanni yelled at the top of his voice as he lifted Serafina's unconscious body out of the car.

"In here!" Geraldo called out from where he stood at the side of the door.

Giovanni hadn't panicked this badly in his whole life. Seeing her bleed out had stirred something in him and he wished he had taken the bullet instead of her.

The doctor was waiting when he got into the ward. A nurse rushed in right after she was placed on the bed, a tray filled with sterile instruments in her hand.

"How long will it take for this procedure to happen?" Giovanni asked.

"I'll have to see how severe the wound is before I can tell," The doctor said as he began to inject IVs into her hand. They worked on the machines and moments after, he turned to Giovanni.

"We need her stabilised first. She lost so much blood and she might need a transfusion."

"Okay. How does that work? Do I donate my blood or something?"

"We'd have to check her