When they arrived, Isabella's friend welcomed them inside.
“Isabella! You should have told me earlier you were coming.”
“I know. I'm sorry. We have a small emergency.”
Her friend noticed Dante's pale face and the way he held his injured side.
“What happened to him?”
Isabella hesitated for only a second.
“This is my fiancé. He was injured, and we need your help.”
Dante glanced at her.
She gave him a warning look that clearly said, *Don't ruin this.*
Her friend didn't ask too many questions. She brought them into a private room and examined the wound.
After checking his condition, she prepared the equipment she needed.
“This is serious,” she told Isabella. “He needs proper treatment, and we have to be careful.”
Isabella nodded anxiously.
“Please help him.”
Dante sat still while the nurse worked. He barely reacted to the pain, but Isabella could see the tension in his jaw.
She stood nearby, gripping her own hands.
“You can hold my hand if it hurts,” she offered quietly.
Dante glanced at her.
“I don't need to hold your hand.”
“Fine. Suffer dramatically in silence.”
He almost smiled.
The nurse carefully removed the bullet and cleaned the wound before stitching it. She then dressed the injury and explained how to care for it.
“He needs rest,” she warned. “Keep the wound clean and dry, change the dressing as instructed, and make sure he takes the prescribed medication. If he develops a fever, worsening pain, spreading redness, pus, or heavy bleeding, he needs urgent medical attention.”
Isabella listened carefully.
“What about moving around?”
“He should avoid strenuous activity. And he must not ignore any signs of infection.”
Dante looked as though he disliked every instruction.
The nurse gave him a stern look.
“And you, sir, need to stop acting as though you're invincible.”
Isabella covered her mouth to hide a laugh.
“I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself,” Dante replied.
“Then you shouldn't have arrived with a bullet wound,” the nurse answered.
Isabella couldn't hold back her laughter anymore.
Dante shot her a cold look.
“You're enjoying this.”
“Immensely, darling.”
“Stop calling me that.”
“Sorry, baby.”
He gave her a warning look.
She smiled innocently.
After the treatment, Isabella thanked her friend and promised to follow the instructions carefully.
Her friend looked at Dante.
“Make sure you rest. Don't try to act like a hero while you're recovering.”
Dante nodded reluctantly.
Isabella smiled.
“Don't worry. I'll make sure he behaves.”
“I'm standing right here,” Dante muttered.
“I know, sweetheart.”
Her friend laughed as Isabella helped Dante leave the house.