Prologue
"She's going to be fine. She's a very strong woman."
You smile warmly at the teary parents and they gasp in a huge relief,"Thank you doctor!" You blink back as the mother wraps her arms around you and her husband nervously looks, you nod and raise your hand.
Returning the hug she sniffles onto your chest,"Thank you so much..." She pulls away and grabs your shoulders,"Can we see her?"
The husband steps forward and holds his wife close to him with hopeful eyes. Looking to the door you furrow your brows as your brown-haired co-worker walks out. With a nod to them you smile softly,"Of course. Dr.Martinez will take you to her, but she is still unconscious from surgery."
They profusely thank you for a few more moments before leaving with your co-worker. With that you walk out of the surgical wing and sigh gently while pushing back your hair.
//Finally done.//
You were relieved to finally be off of work. You made your way to the locker rooms while rubbing your aching neck after a twelve hour shift. You are basically floating with euphoria at getting home and resting in your comfy bed.
Then that euphoria is ruined.
"(Y/N)."
//Goddamnit.//
You turn slowly on your heels with a soft sigh. Your lips pull into a tight smile.
Your eyes land on the man that towers over you. His light red eyes look down at you as a grin spreads across his lips, his arms cross over his chest. With a tilt of his head his arms cross over his chest,"I heard the surgery went amazingly well." He speaks in a condescending way while walking towards you.
"It's Doctor (Y/L/N) to you Valentino.",you pinch your brows together and cross your arms over your chest with a bit of an annoyed tone. This only makes Valentinos grin widen on his dark-skinned face as he looks down at you.
"And yes it did go amazingly well, just as all my other surgeries have gone.",you narrow your eyes slightly,"What are you doing here again?" You inquire while looking up at him with a suspicious tone. He smirks and fixes the gold rings on his fingers while glancing around at the nearly vacant halls. Considering how late it was it was not that busy.
For once.
"One of my...friends got injured by some sleazeball. I had to bring her in for a broken wrist.",he states with a bit of emphasis on the word "friends". You roll your eyes when you realize what he means. He was a frequent visitor here, many of his workers getting injured by their clients.
Or even him.
You nod slowly and look away from him,"Well its nice to know you're not so shitty to your friends anymore. But I'll be leaving now. Try not to get into trouble. But hey its not like you'd listen to me."
You clench your jaw and walk away with a heavy sigh. Valentino watches as you disappear into the locker rooms, having to refrain from reaching out to you. His grin falls and he feels an aching in his heart as he glances down and fixes the ruby golden ring wrapped around his ring finger.
//Still as beautiful as ever, (Y/N).//
You lean against the door of the locker rooms and shake your head of the cloudiness.
//He's still wearing it...jesus...//
You tug off your white coat and ready to change out of your uniform.
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You walk down the rainy streets of New Orleans and towards your dangerous neighborhood. Despite the amount you made at work there was a distinct reason you wouldn't leave this neighborhood.
You glance around with a gentle smile and inhaling the rainy scent. Enjoying this rainy and stormy weather you took your time walking home, despite the danger that could possibly be lurking.
"D-Damnit!"
Your heels stop clicking against the pavement as you walk past the alleyway just aside your apartment complex. Your brows pinch together as you listen for a moment. And for a fraction of that moment all you hear is the pelting of rain on concrete and building tops.
Then you hear what you know is ragged coughing and sputtering.
Stepping back you reach into your white purse and narrow your eyes. The streetlights and moonlight offer minimal lighting, just enough to make out a figure sprawled on the ground. Yet not enough to make out distinctive features.
"Are you okay?",you cautiously question while keeping one hand in your purse. The figure rests on the pavement, laying on their back they seem to be clutching their hip. Walking closer your eyes widen when you realize their white dress shirt is stained with blood. Your hand pulls from your purse and off of the weapon.
You gasp,"Oh my god! I'll get help just—" As you turn to quickly leave their bloodied hand wraps around your ankle. They seem to groan softly and by the sound of it and their attire you can identify him as a man.
"N-No police...pl-please..."
His bloodied hand slides down your ankle and rests on your black kitten heels. Looking to the dark stain on his hip you realize that the cops would take too long anyway. Despite finding his request strange you sighed heavily and with hesitation you place down the umbrella.
With a soft grunt you lifted him and lean him against you, dragging him from the alley. Turning you attempt to be as discreet as possible with a wounded man on your chest. Luckily for you your apartment was on the first floor and not too far from the alleyway.
"Damn you're tall and heavy.",you speak softly as you shakily unlock the door. Rain has already pelted both of you. Leaving you soaked and cold.
Kicking the door open you rush in and lay him down on the ground, to be quite honest you didn't want blood and dirt and water on your couch. And a flat surface would be better anyways. You kick off your heels and shut the door after placing him down.
When you flicker on the lights in your living room you gasp softly.
Your eyes fall to the man. He has a blood staining his side. His wet and messy chestnut brown hair is matted to his tanned forehead. His lips are parted with soft breaths and cracked cheaters rest on his upturned nose.
//Alastor Carlton!//
You hurriedly run to your room to retrieve your first aid kit. Your eyes are wide and lips parted in shock.
//Oh my god Alastor is in my living room...bleeding out!!//
Alastor was the most renowned celebrity across the country. Yet he never left New Orleans. He was a man many woman fawned over and many men were envious of. You didn't care much about his looks, although you could admit he was very handsome.
But you did listen in on his broadcasts during your breaks and truth be told he was as charming and entertaining as others said.
A bit arrogant but nevertheless entertaining.
Running from your room with the kit you begin to wonder how the hell he wound up in this part of town. And with a wound no less.
You kneeled down aside him and tugged on a pair of white gloves. Grabbing a pair of scissors you cut through the fabric of his dress shirt and you begin to inspect his wound.
//A knife gash...not deep enough to require major surgery...//
You breathe out in relief at this and begin to pull out the supplies needed to stitch up his wound.
Alastors fuzzy mind begins to wonder where he is as his eyes flutter open. His almond brown eyes look down at the sharp pain in his hip. He blinks back and bares witness to a beautiful woman aiding to his wound.
He looks over your features. Your brows are pinched together in focus and bottom lip pulled between your teeth. Your low ponytail is soaked along with your attire, droplets of water fall from the point of your nose.
His eyes fall down to the badge clipped to the strap of your purse you had yet to take off.
//Judes Hospital
Doctor (Y/N) (Y/L/N)//
Alastors vision blurs once more and he feels his slowing heart beat faster when your eyes meet his. Your voice is soft,"You're going to be fine, I promise." His heart seems to bizarrely skip a beat and for some reason your words calm him down.
With that he falls unconscious once more.
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Alastor sits up and rubs his eyes with a soft groan. He feels sore in his hip and he looks down to notice he's no longer in his dress shirt. Instead he's wearing an unbuttoned black dress shirt.
"What in the world...",he mumbles softly while glancing down to the fresh stitching on his wounded hip. He looks around at the living room and begins to remember what occurred last night.
His eyes narrow and lips turn down into a deep frown. He looks across to the coffee table and he tilts his head slightly at the crystal ashtray. He hears a door open and shut, with haste he grabs the dish and sits up. Hiding it behind his back he breathes out as you walk out of the hallway.
"Oh! You're awake!",you seem full of relief as you walk towards him. He looks over your features and swallows hard. You were effortlessly beautiful as you tilted your head and finished off the braid in your soft looking hair,"You shouldn't be sitting up you could tear your stitches."
Alastor wears a wide smile across his lips, something you noticed was always present,"I'll get you some water you must be thirsty." You turn and walk to the kitchen. You wonder how to approach questioning him about everything, considering you had yet to call the police.
A bit stupid on your part that you knew but he was injured he couldn't do anything without risking himself.
As you opened the cabinet you felt a hard object hit the back of your head. Before you knew it you fell into Alastors arms, limp. The ashtray fell to the ground and shattered loudly and Alastor looked at you,"How rude of me, but I don't know what you saw, dear." He speaks aloud to you while walking over the glass.
He gently places you down on the couch and his brown eyes never leave you as he makes his way to the landline just across the room. Pulling the red phone off the hook he begins to dial a number.
A few rings go by and he hears a gruff and deep voice answer,"Who the fuck is this?" Alastors grin widens and his eyes leave you for a moment and his brows furrow as he looks down at the small table.
"Is that anyway to greet a friend, my dear Husker?",Alastor says in his jovial manner while pushing the small table aside. He cocks his head gently and reaches down to pick up a shattered picture frame. His eyes widen slightly at the photograph.
Husks eyes widen and he snaps his fingers at Niffty, her eyes widen and she hurries out from the study,"Al! Where the fuck are you? Your phone cutout before we could get your location."
Alastors eyes roam over Valentinos face and yours as you hold up your hand, showing off a golden ring on your ring finger. His grin widens and he chuckles softly.
"That can be discussed later. But we've got a big problem on our hands. Call everyone together.",he looks back to you while holding the phone between his ear and shoulder, he pulls the photograph out from the frame and looks back to you.
// A big problem indeed. //