32. Crazy Mafia Girl

Chapter Thirty Two

Isabella couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered as she worked on Declan's wounds. Marco's grumbling echoed in the background, but she tuned it out, focusing solely on the man before her. The blood had slowed to a trickle, but he was still unconscious, his face deathly pale. She cleaned and bandaged the wound as best as she could, but it was clear he needed more than just first aid.

"We need to call a doctor," she said firmly, glancing at Marco. "Someone we can trust."

Marco scoffed. "And who exactly is that? In our world, trust is a luxury we can't afford."

Isabella bit her lip, frustration boiling within her. "I'll call Dr. Ramirez. He owes us a favor."

"Fine," Marco grumbled, leaning against the wall. "But this is your mess, Isabella. I hope you know what you're doing."

Isabella ignored him, pulling out her phone and dialing Dr. Ramirez's number. The phone rang twice before he picked up.

"Isabella, it's late. What do you need?" Dr. Ramirez