Chapter 2
"But Dom, I don't understand? What in the hell is going on?" She asked me. I handed her the letter, and sat down putting my hands on my head, rubbing it as I do when I am thinking or frustrated; and right then I was both.
"What can you tell me Dom? Is there something we can do?" Brian asked?
"Brother, I don't know anything other than some nurse calling me telling me to get here, that Trish Mancini was brought in as a possible over dose, and that they knew they should contact me. I am assuming it's because of the letter. That is all I know until the damn doctor gets out here and tells me what the fuck is up."
"Mancini? Is she related to Vince?" Leon asked.
"Yeah, his kid sister," I told them.
"Damn man, someone needs to call him and."
"No fucking way!!" I yelled. No one and I mean No one is to say shit about this to Vince or Letty. I will handle this.
Leon throws his hands up as if to surrender.
"Damn it Leon, it ain't you I'm pissed at. You'll understand after you read the letter too." I told him.
"It's all good Dawg, just another day in life of the team," he said trying to lighten things.
"Yeah, huh," I told him, realizing how ironic those words were.
About 20 minutes later the doctor finally came to see Dom.
"Mr. Toretto?"
"Yeah doc, that's me."
"I'm Dr. Cline. I treated Ms. Mancini. She has said that you are here nearest relative, and has signed the proper release forms, in order for me to tell you what has happened. I think you should know, that she only agreed to this, after I told her it was I either talk to you or the police due to the situation." "And just what is the situation doctor?" I asked, getting angry at the thought of this ass hole calling the cops.
Brian jumps in and flashes his old badge: "Doctor, we are just concerned about Ms Mancini. I understand that with drug related patients you are required to make a report with the police. I will be happy to take care of that for you, seeing how I am a friend of the family, and here anyway."
"Thank you officer, I will let my nurses know that, we are extremely under staffed this evening, so that would be a great help to us."
I just looked at Brian in total shock. I had no idea he still had that old badge. I thought he had gotten rid of all that shit, after they canned him for not turning all of us in.
"Now,".the doctor said."about your friend's situation. Since she is a minor, I again would have to contact the proper authorities, but since the officer is here, I assume that is also not necessary. Ms. Mancini is lucky to be alive. She had enough drugs in her system to kill a few people, and for only weighing 87 pounds, I am shocked that it didn't kill her. I am further shocked by her appearance, and her attitude. She is awake and insisting on being release immediately. I presume she is staying with you and you will be taking her home?"
"Yeah doctor, that is the plan. When can she leave?"
"Normally not for 24 hours, but I am going to make an exception in this case, because to be honest, I don't have enough people to deal with her bad attitude for the next 24 hours. However. there will be some things you will have to do to take care of her."
"No problem, we will do whatever it takes to help Trish. Mia, my sister, she is in school to be a nurse. This is her third year, so I am sure she will know what you want us to do if you could just explain it all to her. Can I please see Trish now?"
"Yes, the nurse will show you in."
"Okay, thank you doc. Brian, Leon, you two go home, get things ready. Leon, you make the nightly call to New York, and check on Jesse. Mia, here is some money, after the doc tells you what we have to do, go to the store and get what ever you think she needs. Oh, yeah, here is her bag, what ever she doesn't have, get. Alright? Lets go!"
I followed the nurse down the hall to a room that had the curtain drawn. As I pulled the curtain back, I looked at this bone thin girl who was supposed to be Trish. This is not the same kid that left here and moved with her mom and step-dad 6 years ago to Oregon. She was filthy dirty. Her hair was thin and matted with grease and dirt. Her clothes were way to big on her, and had holes and she wore socks, and shoes that also had gapping holes in them. My heart was breaking, just looking at her.
She must have heard me come in, because she opened her eyes and glared at me. finally realizing who was in front of her, she started crying and trying to cover her face. It was then that I saw the slash that was the entire length of her arm, all stitched up.
"Oh my god Peanut. what happened to your arm?" I swore.
"Nothing. I don't want you to see me like this Dom, get out. Go away." She begged me.
"Peanut, I am not leaving you alone ever again. I am here to take care of you now, and for as long as it takes. You are coming home with me. Right now." I told her.
She laughed with this smart assed look on her face, and said to me," Home Dom? Home? Where the fuck is that? What the fuck is that? I haven't had one of those in 3 years."
Just then the nurse came in with a small pair of scrubs and a pair of slippers, for Trish to put on.
"What is this?" She asked.
"Some clean clothes for you to wear, I thought you might need them." The nurse told her.
"I am not a fucking charity case bitch. I don't need your fucking clothes." Trish was screaming as I took the clothes from the nurse and thanked her.
When the nurse closed the curtain again, I turned to Trish and threw her the clothes. "Put them on Trish, its time to go."
"Fuck you Dom, I ain't putting those on."
"Put them on Trish! Now! Or I will put them on you!" I told her "Now, which will it be?"
"But Dom, I don't understand? What in the hell is going on?" She asked me. I handed her the letter, and sat down putting my hands on my head, rubbing it as I do when I am thinking or frustrated; and right then I was both.
"What can you tell me Dom? Is there something we can do?" Brian asked?
"Brother, I don't know anything other than some nurse calling me telling me to get here, that Trish Mancini was brought in as a possible over dose, and that they knew they should contact me. I am assuming it's because of the letter. That is all I know until the damn doctor gets out here and tells me what the fuck is up."
"Mancini? Is she related to Vince?" Leon asked.
"Yeah, his kid sister," I told them.
"Damn man, someone needs to call him and."
"No fucking way!!" I yelled. No one and I mean No one is to say shit about this to Vince or Letty. I will handle this.
Leon throws his hands up as if to surrender.
"Damn it Leon, it ain't you I'm pissed at. You'll understand after you read the letter too." I told him.
"It's all good Dawg, just another day in life of the team," he said trying to lighten things.
"Yeah, huh," I told him, realizing how ironic those words were.
About 20 minutes later the doctor finally came to see Dom.
"Mr. Toretto?"
"Yeah doc, that's me."
"I'm Dr. Cline. I treated Ms. Mancini. She has said that you are here nearest relative, and has signed the proper release forms, in order for me to tell you what has happened. I think you should know, that she only agreed to this, after I told her it was I either talk to you or the police due to the situation." "And just what is the situation doctor?" I asked, getting angry at the thought of this ass hole calling the cops.
Brian jumps in and flashes his old badge: "Doctor, we are just concerned about Ms Mancini. I understand that with drug related patients you are required to make a report with the police. I will be happy to take care of that for you, seeing how I am a friend of the family, and here anyway."
"Thank you officer, I will let my nurses know that, we are extremely under staffed this evening, so that would be a great help to us."
I just looked at Brian in total shock. I had no idea he still had that old badge. I thought he had gotten rid of all that shit, after they canned him for not turning all of us in.
"Now,".the doctor said."about your friend's situation. Since she is a minor, I again would have to contact the proper authorities, but since the officer is here, I assume that is also not necessary. Ms. Mancini is lucky to be alive. She had enough drugs in her system to kill a few people, and for only weighing 87 pounds, I am shocked that it didn't kill her. I am further shocked by her appearance, and her attitude. She is awake and insisting on being release immediately. I presume she is staying with you and you will be taking her home?"
"Yeah doctor, that is the plan. When can she leave?"
"Normally not for 24 hours, but I am going to make an exception in this case, because to be honest, I don't have enough people to deal with her bad attitude for the next 24 hours. However. there will be some things you will have to do to take care of her."
"No problem, we will do whatever it takes to help Trish. Mia, my sister, she is in school to be a nurse. This is her third year, so I am sure she will know what you want us to do if you could just explain it all to her. Can I please see Trish now?"
"Yes, the nurse will show you in."
"Okay, thank you doc. Brian, Leon, you two go home, get things ready. Leon, you make the nightly call to New York, and check on Jesse. Mia, here is some money, after the doc tells you what we have to do, go to the store and get what ever you think she needs. Oh, yeah, here is her bag, what ever she doesn't have, get. Alright? Lets go!"
I followed the nurse down the hall to a room that had the curtain drawn. As I pulled the curtain back, I looked at this bone thin girl who was supposed to be Trish. This is not the same kid that left here and moved with her mom and step-dad 6 years ago to Oregon. She was filthy dirty. Her hair was thin and matted with grease and dirt. Her clothes were way to big on her, and had holes and she wore socks, and shoes that also had gapping holes in them. My heart was breaking, just looking at her.
She must have heard me come in, because she opened her eyes and glared at me. finally realizing who was in front of her, she started crying and trying to cover her face. It was then that I saw the slash that was the entire length of her arm, all stitched up.
"Oh my god Peanut. what happened to your arm?" I swore.
"Nothing. I don't want you to see me like this Dom, get out. Go away." She begged me.
"Peanut, I am not leaving you alone ever again. I am here to take care of you now, and for as long as it takes. You are coming home with me. Right now." I told her.
She laughed with this smart assed look on her face, and said to me," Home Dom? Home? Where the fuck is that? What the fuck is that? I haven't had one of those in 3 years."
Just then the nurse came in with a small pair of scrubs and a pair of slippers, for Trish to put on.
"What is this?" She asked.
"Some clean clothes for you to wear, I thought you might need them." The nurse told her.
"I am not a fucking charity case bitch. I don't need your fucking clothes." Trish was screaming as I took the clothes from the nurse and thanked her.
When the nurse closed the curtain again, I turned to Trish and threw her the clothes. "Put them on Trish, its time to go."
"Fuck you Dom, I ain't putting those on."
"Put them on Trish! Now! Or I will put them on you!" I told her "Now, which will it be?"