-Three Months Later-

Leaving the practice it was deja vu all over again.

"Aubree, The boss has asked for you."

"Tell him I'm not----"

Again I was being kidnapped. I took the air in even with the rag over my mouth and drifted off to sleep. This time was different when I woke up. There was no Romeo to introduce himself or even say hello. The entire house just looked so wrong. It seemed darker then what it had been and that was not a good sign. The door opened and my heart jumped, I hoped it was Romeo. It was the right-hand man.

"Where is Romeo?"

"Deathly ill. This is why we need you."

Following behind the right-hand man, we came to Romeo's bedroom and the smell that came from the room smelled like the dead. Romeo looks far to pale against the black sheets on the bed.

"What the hell happened to him?"

"He was shot in the shoulder and he was doing well and then he didn't have any energy. He said he felt ill and asked for you."

Checking Romeo's body heat he was burning up and the wound that was horridly bandaged showed signs of heavy infection. Rattling off a list of things I would need the man went to get them. Lifting up one of Romeo's eyelids his eyes looked normal and that was good. Carefully tarring at the bandage I took it off Romeo's chest and set it aside. The wound looked really bad. Normally I would find and IV and start him on an extreme dose of heavy duty drugs. My brain was going a hundred of miles per hour. When the man came back I bark out more orders and asked for an IV drip. He said he would do his best to get one of those.

Carefully I pulled out the packing and rinsed the wound out the best I could without causing him a whole lot of discomfort, not that he was really with it at the moment. I saw a bottle sitting on the bedside and noticed it was an antibiotic, it wasn't super strong but it would help even if it only did a very little amount. There were syringes all over the room, grabbing one that looked half ass clean I shoved it in and pulled the max dosage before trying his arm and slapping his arm twice, after finding a vain. I jammed it in and pushed the plunger. I knew by morning that the bruise on that arm was going to ugly.

The male came back and said he found an IV drip but the drugs would be an issue. Against my better judgement, I told him the company and where he could find the truck on Mondays. He promised to have me the drugs by the next sunrise.

Going back to Romeo, I slowly cut some of the dead flesh away from his wound and he groaned his eyes opening slowly. Without a second thought I hit him with the syringe I had filled with the last of the painkiller on the dresser. He blinked a few times before he was gone again, Going back to work I made sure to be quicker because I knew he would be back up again in little to no time. As I finished packing the now larger but less dead fleshed wound he started to wake up.

"Fuck that shit hurts."

"Glad to see you too Romeo."