"No," I choked out as I manoeuvred my arm to pull the article of clothing on. I looked at the mirror that was placed across from and saw that the oversized grey t-shirt with arms that had been cut out with scissors looked definitely good on . I turned and opened the door only to find Anthony standing outside with an unreadable expression on his face. He eyed for a mont before he moved away from my path, clearly commanding without any words to take my seat in front of Edward and get my wound tended to.
I instantly took a liking to the older man who smiled at after he had given Anthony a aningful look. He checked my arm for a few monts before he looked up.
"Michael, could you please bring a bowl of hot water? I need to get my things sterilized." I heard Anthony walk out of the room and close the door behind him.
The doctor just appraised silently, just as I did the sa with him.
"You're a hardworking girl," he proudly announced his inference. "And I suppose you're the new partner in cri?" he snickered at his own joke. I had to admit, it was sort of funny. I nodded, anyway, trying to hide the smirk on my face. Anthony had obviously ntioned in passing.
"You've known Anthony for a while?" I asked, curiosity gnawing at my mind. He smiled and then nodded. I deduced from his expression that this was the reason why he had sent Anthony out to fetch hot water. If he was used to being called at odd hours to treat patients, he would always bring a sterilized set of tools so that he could use it as soon as possible, but he had seen the condition of my arm and thought that he should have an interaction with in private, for so odd reason.
"I see that you have figured out my motive here," he gave a hearty laugh. My eyes narrowed instantly as he said the words. He knew what I was thinking about. I would deem that a danger.
"I think I have, Good Doctor." To say that he had a good laugh with his anointed na would be an understatent.
"I've known him since before he was born. I knew his parents. He's my boy's age," his eyes glittered as he spoke. "They used to play together as kids, but then his mother and he got into an accident and I lost them. It was tough for . I was actively working for both the mob and the local hospital at the ti and I t Anthony quite often when I would co over." The faraway look in his eyes stung . Nostalgia was heady in the air. "I love the boy like my own son. It's just that sotis I need to remind myself that he is the sa little boy who wanted his parents' approval and not the ruthless mob boss that everyone thinks him to be."
"Is that why you call him Michael?" I asked my voice small and almost scared. I knew that I was crossing a very sensitive line here, but I couldn't keep my curiosity at bay. The Good Doctor nodded.
"Michael... that was my son's na. They were the sa age, loved the sa things... Your boss is the only person who was there for when no one else could understand what I was going through. The boy helped through my grief. I believe him to be my son, you see," the watery smile made worried about where this story was headed. Was Anthony so important to him? To soone... anyone?
"No one else..." I trailed off, not knowing as to how I should proceed with the question.
"He had never told anyone. And I don't think he ever will." My eyes widened further. "You seem like soone he trusts. I needed to tell this to soone. A man of my age needs to pass down knowledge to soone, don't they?" he joked. I laughed with him. He looked like he was in his sixties, but I couldn't be sure. If he was supposed to have a son who has Anthony's age... even then, he could be a lot younger. But he did look over sixty.
"He'd never let use his special nickna, Doctor." He shook his head and then looked right in the eye.
"You won't know until you try," he advised, sagely. "You are familiar with his anger-" he snickered, again. "-so you won't have to worry about a little heated conversation that may or may not occur when you utter the forbidden na." I nodded, amused and excited at the prospect of getting to know him more than anyone else. This would be extrely entertaining.
"Thanks for the wicked ideas," I shot back, teasing. He winked at and then all of a sudden sat more seriously than he was before. That was when I heard the door open and turned to see Anthony walking towards us with a huge bowl in his hands.
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