Chapter 125 - One Hundred And Twenty-five.

Alexis was kept on a detox. Her body was being detoxed from the drug that she had been given constantly. The blood was being pulled out from her body into a machine for clarifying and then pumped back in.

All this while she was in recovery, she was kept in a medically induced coma. The doctors had yet to decide when to wake her up because, given the physical injuries and the mental toll that it would take on her, they had decided that it would be better to keep her in a coma and then let her deal with all the problems in a professionally advised manner with her body almost recovered.

Angelo came to the hospital daily. He came to visit his wife and also to get a daily report on how she was fairing. She had healed to some extent, the process was slow as she had to get the drugs out of her system first. With her body addicted to needing it, it was difficult to function but artificial machines they were barely managing her to stay alive. Which was why Angelo had suggested that she should be put in a medically induced coma till her body could function without being addicted to the drug.

For a week she had been put on that forsaken cleansing machine. The doctors kept track of other injuries and wounds and continued to treat them as well. In this week Angelo had gone back and forth from Chicago coming to New York for an hour or two at most but his brother had now divided the responsibilities. So, Vincenzo and Silvano had taken the leads in Chicago where he was handling things back from New York.

Which made complete sense as if Chicago organisation knew about Angela coming in and out, again and again, they would surely notice something fishy. But given their brain capacity, the head had taken long enough to figure out that their organisation which was crippling was an effort of an outer force. Instead, they had been executed every traitorous member that they could find without any investigation that was there really a traitor or not.

There was a slight hum in the room. The humming noise came from the machine that was working on purifying Alexis's blood. Wires were inserted in her body taking out blood and then pumping it back in her. Her hair had lost their shine and it seemed like they were carelessly thrown into a braid. She was quiet, her eyes were closed and he hated that.

He hated seeing his wife that way but it was the only option he had. Alexis was different, she was not like his mother or like his sister-in-law. She was a civilian, someone who was not raised with the values and morals of made man's daughter, wife or sister. She had been free of those rules and regulations the rest to follow and here to, she thought that she would be free.

The world that she now had stepped in was dangerous and Angelo was trying his level best to protect her but that came to a cost of sacrificing her freedom. If she wanted to live through the stuff that he had just given her taste of, what it could be if anyone other than him as in his enemies had captured her. It won't have been a taste, it would have been worse than what he had made her go through.

He was standing beside her bed that she was lying in. With his index finger, he caressed her face. It seemed too much to bear. The one love he had was lying down on a hospital bed beaten and battered just to teach her Life lesson.

He continued to trace the face of his wife. Her cheeks seemed to be a little dry, he remembered that when she laughed they would be full of colour, not just pale white. He wanted to see her dolled up in her favourite colours looking like a Queen. Dressed to impress. His queen.

He went to the couch on the corner of the hospital room and sat there. He watched his wife from afar who looked like a fallen queen but that was far from true. She was going to rise from the ashes strong and powerful. The one who would rule beside her king ready to take down everything in her way.

He would apologize to her if it would have been wrong but it was not it was all going to work out in her favour and in the long run, his.

He just wanted her safe and he wanted her by his side.

"Boss," a Knock was heard and his doctor Antonio came in. "I have the gist of the reports for you."

"Go ahead," Angelo told him.

"First of all, she has a few broken bones which are healing. Then, comes with the drugs given to her. Now they were sleeping sedatives so her body requires them to fall asleep. So for a few months, we would keep her on the those and then slowly try to reduce the dose so that, eventually, her body would start to function in the affected areas on its own. Then comes the mental trauma." Antonio sighed, "that is difficult to deal with. As soon as she wakes up, we must have a psychiatrist ready to treat her."

Angelo exhaled loudly. He scratched his eyebrow with a grimace. "Find a psychiatrist then, immediately."

Antonio looked shocked for a moment. Gathering his bearings, he asked a question for clarification. "You mean like..now? Find one now or like today?"

With a deadpanned expression, he replied, "Do you need to get your ears checked? I think I was quite clear in saying that I find her today that means immediately."

"Ah, yes," Antonio nodded. "I will have one found and discuss her condition with them." Antonio got up and was ready to leave.

"One more thing," Angelo stopped him. "We are waking she up tomorrow.." He smiled.