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Chapter 18:
Cop cars were lining the parking lot and they were lining the hallway where Roxas was staying for being treated, no one was going to get into the room without a justified reason for being in the room. Even the Doctor and Nurses had to be questioned before entering the room; the hospital was a buzz as the police stood guard at the exam room door as the Doctor questioned Roxas, but Roxas unwilling to look the Doctor or Nurse in the eye or even answer the questions.
"Well, I see that you are unwilling to talk to us, would you rather speak to one of the officers outside?" the Doctor closed the clipboard and made the final note as he handed it off to the Nurse, "The best we can do for that wound is with minor surgery; I'll be performing the procedure here in the room, it doesn't require to much surgery and you'll hardly see the scar."
"It'll be alright," the Nurse brushed a stray hair from Roxas' face at which he flinched as he jerked his head away as a look of pain crossed his face.
The Doctor's eyes drifted to her as he motioned for her outside as they continued to converse in hushed tones in the hallway, directly outside Roxas' room, "Don't pity him, he's part of the Mob and those men are the lowest of the low," the Doctor motioned for her to follow him to the suture room where he gathered up his items and headed back to the room.
"How could you be so cold to the boy? He must have a reason for running with them like he did…he's only a child," the Nurse opened the door and the Doctor walked to the bedside.
"Whatever the reason, that doesn't mean we have to show pity to criminals," liquid was drawn out of a small bottle as the syringe filled up with the equal amount of local anesthetic as he sterilized the area for the injection and the area where he would make in the incision, "This might sting a little, but, it'll put you under for a time in order for me to remove the bullet."
The Doctor's words became hazed and blurry to Roxas' ears as his eyes softly closed and he was at peace for the moment as he never once felt the cold scalpel cut into his hot, searing flesh that was scarred and burnt from the impact of the speeding demon of destruction.
His mind could feel and hear the scalpel scraping against, muscle, tendon and ligament, then bone as the Doctor found the bullet; it hadn't dug itself in too deeply to cause major problems. Cold metal was placed back into the open wound again as a pair of twin metal brushed against the hot muscle and torn tendons as it came in contact with the bullet and pulled out.
Something that was skinny and metal seemed to fish its way through muscle and the layers of skin as a wiry string seemed to fish along the path that the metal was fishing through. There was a tugging as the fishing stopped as the sting of another needle in his arm was felt to ease off the pain of the sutures as Roxas started to ease out of the local.
"You'll feel a slight pain in shoulder for awhile, but it should pass," the Doctor bandaged the arm and left; he walked out to the sound of Captain Setzer berating the men and giving orders left and right.
"I want at least two men posted at his door and at least four in the hall," Captain Setzer told his men his plans as his gaze wondered up to the Doctor, "No visitors unless I specific."
Squall stood outside the Hospital smoking away with Cid, "I had a feeling that kid was tied up with them; I could've done something," Squall blew out a puff of smoke in a huff.
"There is nothing anyone of us could've done, anything we could've done would've gotten us into hot water with the Captain, for now, its up to Cloud and the kid; its up to their own will power to pull through this mess," Cid's eyes fell on a blond haired man walking up, "Speak of the devil."