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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
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Adult +
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23
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51
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Chapter 11
Thank you for the reviews! Once again, I apologize for the long hiatus. Hopefully, I'll remain up track with frequent updates with this and all of my other stories.
Scribbles05, midnighteyes, Cristina--Thank you!
Katie, I'm glad you pointed all this out to me. It's not my goal to make the story confusing. LOL. I'm trying to foreshadow, but I'm not doing it very gracefully. I'll have to work on it. Thank you very much for showing me where I could do better. Hopefully, I'll the rest of the story will run more smoothly.
Disclaimer: These are my characters. Any resemblance to real life situations or persons is just coincidental.
Chapter 11
It had been six months since the wedding. Though, Nick had worried about the results of his nursing exam, a short visit to his old apartment, after he and Vinny returned from their honeymoon, proved that his worries were unnecessary. He passed with flying colors. Vinny had been very enthusiastic in congratulating him. Just like always they were happy.
The discussion shifted to a mild argument as Nick defended his right to have a job, while Vinny tried to unsuccessfully persuade him to stay home. A compromise was reached as Vinny realized he hated being locked out of the bedroom and Nick really didn’t want to hear Vinny yell. At present, Nick was waiting for the compromise to be in full effect. Tomorrow would be his first day working in the Intensive Care Unit at Saint Barbara’s Hospital. It was only three blocks away and his shift was from seven to three. He could work and be home before Vinny everyday. Things between the pair couldn’t get any sweeter.
Nick was in the amidst of walking to kitchen, his eyes focused on the last bit of hospital protocols and procedures, when the front door swung open in a wide arch, the door slamming against the wall hard enough to chip the paint. Vinny stormed into the penthouse followed by Sal, Johnny and Benson hot on his feet. Johnny was being carried on the shoulders of the other two large men. Paulie pulled up the rear and closed the door.
“Nicky!” Vinny shrugged out his coat, before bellowing for Nicky again. “Nicky!” He moved over to Johnny, who looked like ten shades of hell.
Nicky walked into the room hurriedly, but pausing only to watch the men drop Johnny on the couch. Their attempt to be gentle served to reveal the cause of the frenzied situation. Crimson patches covered his pristine dress shirt Vinny’s youngest friend. The worst staining concentrated on his lower left lateral side. “What happened, Vinny?”
Vinny grabbed his arm tightly jerking Nicky in front of him. “I need you to get your kit…” In the time that they’d been together, Nick had learned much about his husband. Vinny was never nervous. He was never frantic. A constant level of control was the way he operated 95 percent of the time. Yet, in this moment, his eyes looked almost black and his grip was just a little too tight, Nick wondered what he was like that other 5 percent of the time.
“I’ll get it, but tell me what happened first.”
The grip around his arm squeezed tighter. The older man shook his head in slight annoyance. “Goddamnit, just get the kit!” He pointed to his friend. “ Johnny could be bleedin’ to death over there.” Nick swallowed thick and backed away from his husband. He had a life to save.
Sal was holding Johnny’s hand while Benson applied pressure to the wounds. Nick returned with his kit in tow and immediately assessed the situation. This was what would be termed as real life experience, but in his case, it was absolutely stupid.
Nick counted the gunshot wounds scattered across Johnny’s torso. “Johnny needs a hospital.”
Benson spoke up, shifting off the couch to give Nick enough room to work. “We can’t do that, Nicky. He needs someone now and you’re that person.” Nick ripped open the soaked shirt. With a longer inspection, the wounds proved to be less severe as first perceived. Little fountains of blood squirted upwards from the sudden absence of pressure.
Vinny settled behind him. His heavy hands resting lightly on Nick’s shoulders. “You can do this Nicky. Out of all of us, you have the most training ...You can handle this. If you work in a hospital, you’ll face situations like this all the time. Come on, caro. Help Johnny.”
The motivation seemed to work. Nick found the “Benson keep the pressure right here.” Nicky gave him a stack of gauzes to use on the wound at the edge of Johnny’s belly.
“Christ, that hurts!” The man writhed in pain as the three struggled to hold him down. Reading about pain was one thing, trying to prevent an injured man from further injuring himself was another. “Fuck…Vinny, I sor-sorry. I’m so fuckin’ sorry.” Pain was almost too much for Johnny.
Soothing the injured man became slightly easier as his squirming lessened once the three bullets were removed. The young man had been lucky. As far as Nick could tell, nothing vital had been pierced. But his sense of ease wasn’t concrete without having a doctor and a hospital to reassure him. “That’s alright. I just need you to calm down. Let Nicky take care of you.”
“Do you want me to call Peter?” Nick finished the switching and drafted Benson and Sal into service to help apply the bandages. When the task was done, Sal and Benson carried Johnny to one of the bedrooms. Unreal was the best description for the afternoon. Stitching up one of his husband’s friends in their living room had not been a part of the plan. The events preceding his intervention were still a mystery one that he was very interested in knowing. How could something like this happen to such an honest man like Vinny? Selling cars wasn’t a dangerous profession, right?
“Vinny, we need to talk--”
TBC/?
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Scribbles05, midnighteyes, Cristina--Thank you!
Katie, I'm glad you pointed all this out to me. It's not my goal to make the story confusing. LOL. I'm trying to foreshadow, but I'm not doing it very gracefully. I'll have to work on it. Thank you very much for showing me where I could do better. Hopefully, I'll the rest of the story will run more smoothly.
Disclaimer: These are my characters. Any resemblance to real life situations or persons is just coincidental.
Chapter 11
It had been six months since the wedding. Though, Nick had worried about the results of his nursing exam, a short visit to his old apartment, after he and Vinny returned from their honeymoon, proved that his worries were unnecessary. He passed with flying colors. Vinny had been very enthusiastic in congratulating him. Just like always they were happy.
The discussion shifted to a mild argument as Nick defended his right to have a job, while Vinny tried to unsuccessfully persuade him to stay home. A compromise was reached as Vinny realized he hated being locked out of the bedroom and Nick really didn’t want to hear Vinny yell. At present, Nick was waiting for the compromise to be in full effect. Tomorrow would be his first day working in the Intensive Care Unit at Saint Barbara’s Hospital. It was only three blocks away and his shift was from seven to three. He could work and be home before Vinny everyday. Things between the pair couldn’t get any sweeter.
Nick was in the amidst of walking to kitchen, his eyes focused on the last bit of hospital protocols and procedures, when the front door swung open in a wide arch, the door slamming against the wall hard enough to chip the paint. Vinny stormed into the penthouse followed by Sal, Johnny and Benson hot on his feet. Johnny was being carried on the shoulders of the other two large men. Paulie pulled up the rear and closed the door.
“Nicky!” Vinny shrugged out his coat, before bellowing for Nicky again. “Nicky!” He moved over to Johnny, who looked like ten shades of hell.
Nicky walked into the room hurriedly, but pausing only to watch the men drop Johnny on the couch. Their attempt to be gentle served to reveal the cause of the frenzied situation. Crimson patches covered his pristine dress shirt Vinny’s youngest friend. The worst staining concentrated on his lower left lateral side. “What happened, Vinny?”
Vinny grabbed his arm tightly jerking Nicky in front of him. “I need you to get your kit…” In the time that they’d been together, Nick had learned much about his husband. Vinny was never nervous. He was never frantic. A constant level of control was the way he operated 95 percent of the time. Yet, in this moment, his eyes looked almost black and his grip was just a little too tight, Nick wondered what he was like that other 5 percent of the time.
“I’ll get it, but tell me what happened first.”
The grip around his arm squeezed tighter. The older man shook his head in slight annoyance. “Goddamnit, just get the kit!” He pointed to his friend. “ Johnny could be bleedin’ to death over there.” Nick swallowed thick and backed away from his husband. He had a life to save.
Sal was holding Johnny’s hand while Benson applied pressure to the wounds. Nick returned with his kit in tow and immediately assessed the situation. This was what would be termed as real life experience, but in his case, it was absolutely stupid.
Nick counted the gunshot wounds scattered across Johnny’s torso. “Johnny needs a hospital.”
Benson spoke up, shifting off the couch to give Nick enough room to work. “We can’t do that, Nicky. He needs someone now and you’re that person.” Nick ripped open the soaked shirt. With a longer inspection, the wounds proved to be less severe as first perceived. Little fountains of blood squirted upwards from the sudden absence of pressure.
Vinny settled behind him. His heavy hands resting lightly on Nick’s shoulders. “You can do this Nicky. Out of all of us, you have the most training ...You can handle this. If you work in a hospital, you’ll face situations like this all the time. Come on, caro. Help Johnny.”
The motivation seemed to work. Nick found the “Benson keep the pressure right here.” Nicky gave him a stack of gauzes to use on the wound at the edge of Johnny’s belly.
“Christ, that hurts!” The man writhed in pain as the three struggled to hold him down. Reading about pain was one thing, trying to prevent an injured man from further injuring himself was another. “Fuck…Vinny, I sor-sorry. I’m so fuckin’ sorry.” Pain was almost too much for Johnny.
Soothing the injured man became slightly easier as his squirming lessened once the three bullets were removed. The young man had been lucky. As far as Nick could tell, nothing vital had been pierced. But his sense of ease wasn’t concrete without having a doctor and a hospital to reassure him. “That’s alright. I just need you to calm down. Let Nicky take care of you.”
“Do you want me to call Peter?” Nick finished the switching and drafted Benson and Sal into service to help apply the bandages. When the task was done, Sal and Benson carried Johnny to one of the bedrooms. Unreal was the best description for the afternoon. Stitching up one of his husband’s friends in their living room had not been a part of the plan. The events preceding his intervention were still a mystery one that he was very interested in knowing. How could something like this happen to such an honest man like Vinny? Selling cars wasn’t a dangerous profession, right?
“Vinny, we need to talk--”
TBC/?
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