ABSOLUTE INSANITY: A forbidden bond-Chapter 102: Wheelchair

Chapter 102: Wheelchair
Chapter 102
ROMEO’S POV
"...so, for the time being, you’ll have to use a wheelchair." The bitch’s voice dripped with too much calm.
Like she wasn’t casually telling me I would be a cripple. "Come again?" I dared her, but the fool only folded her arms, clipboard tight to her chest.
"You can’t walk yet. Your nerves need time to heal. So—"
"A wheelchair?" I cut in, disbelief curling my tone. "You want me... in a chair with wheels?" My gaze slid sideways.
Nonna sat there like royalty, her blanket draped neat, hands resting proud on her own wheels.
"You gotta be shitting me."
"Language." My old hag arched a brow.
"I’m not even thirty and you’re turning me into one of you people," I said, throwing a lazy hand toward her chair.
Her lips twitched. "You people? Che sfacciato."
"I’m serious, Nonna. I’m not doing the wheelchair thing. Not happening. I’d rather crawl."
She smirked. "Don’t worry, tesoro, give it a day. You’ll be crawling too. We can get matching ones, eh? Black and gold. Family set."
My jaw dropped. Who knew my old hag could joke? "Oh, perfect. Just what I need—a grandma-grandson wheelchair gang. Real terrifying," I shot back.
"Better than you falling on your stubborn face," she fired back smugly.
I groaned, dragging my uncuffed hand down my face. "This is some cosmic joke."
The doctor cleared her throat, clearly fighting a smile on her ugly face. She just had to open her mouth to spoil me and my Nonna’s moment.
"It’s not a joke, Mr. Salvatore. Your spine and nerves are still recovering. You’ll be able to walk again, but right now, standing could tear what’s healing."
My Nonna’s playful face went back into a worried one—which I didn’t want on her.
I leaned back, scoffing at the doctor’s words. "So I’m stuck rolling around like a damn invalid because Boris wanted to play sniper with magic bullets?"
Nonna’s look softened, but she didn’t say anything.
Great. Just great.
I stared at the wheelchair again, jaw ticking. "Whatever. Fine. You want me to roll, I’ll roll. But first—"
My gaze moved from my Nonna’s face back to the cuff biting into my wrist. "You can uncuff me now."
Nonna was about to say something, but the doctor—whose job was just to treat people—shot her brows up. "No. Not yet."
"Excuse me?" I blinked slow, glaring down at her. Where’s my freaking gun?
"Your emotions aren’t stable. We can’t risk another outburst. You were violent before, Mr. Salvatore." Her voice was calm. Too calm.
"Violent?" I repeated, leaning forward just enough to make her flinch. "Lady, I was drugged, shot, and betrayed. You’re lucky I’m speaking English right now."
She didn’t move. Just folded her arms again like she owned the room.
My lips curled as I squinted at her. "Seriously, who the hell hired this bitch?"
"Romeo!" Nonna hissed. Oh please—she didn’t say shit when I was still handcuffed like a criminal. The irony, because I’m literally a criminal.
"What?" I threw up my free hand. "She’s talking like I’m a ticking bomb."
"You are a ticking bomb," the doctor muttered.
My grin sharpened. "Cute. Real cute." I sat back, sighing.
"Alright, fine. Guess I’ll wait for permission like a good boy."
She gave a small nod, clearly relieved. Rookie mistake.
Because the next second, I lifted my other hand—the one she hadn’t noticed—free. The metal cuff dangled from my fingers, swinging.
The doctor’s eyes went wide. "How—when—"
"Child’s play." My tone was dripping smugness. She’s so lucky my gun isn’t near me and my legs aren’t cooperating.
"You think a couple pieces of metal can hold me? I was just being polite. Wanted to see if you had sense enough to let me go before I start thinking of ways to fire you."
Her lips parted, stunned into silence.
Nonna sighed, rubbing her temples. "Dio mio, Romeo..."
I smirked, leaning back against the pillows. "Relax. I’m not gonna stab anyone—yet. Unless someone brings another needle near me."
The doctor’s jaw tightened, but she stepped out of the room, hands half raised like I might bite.
"Smart girl," I shouted over to her just to taunt her. I think I was given a dose of pettiness before I woke up, because on a normal day, that woman would’ve been dead—or it’s because I can’t use my legs.
Nonna groaned softly, pressing a hand to her forehead. "You never change, figlio mio. Always trouble, even half-dead."
"Trouble keeps me alive," I shot back. "Ask the bullet still stuck somewhere in me."
"Ask your poor grandmother who has to look at your sorry face every day," she muttered, crossing her arms.
I snorted. "You love this face."
"I loved it more before it tried to scare my nurses."
"Yeah, yeah," I said, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed, trying to test if truly I can’t use them.
The cold floor hit my bare feet.
"Romeo, don’t—"
I pushed off the bed, hands braced, muscles tightening—and the world tilted.
A sharp pain tore through my spine, legs buckling instantly. My knees hit the floor hard.
"Shit." A curse ripped out of me before I could swallow it.
"Figlio mio!" Nonna’s voice snapped sharp and panicked.
The door slammed open with slow footsteps, then a small, sharp inhale that sounded annoyed.
"...The fuck—Romeo?"
I looked up, pain still buzzing through my spine. Antonio stood there in the doorway, one arm wrapped tight in a sling.
Well damn. I really did stab him with a knife.
Antonio blinked, taking it in—the cuffs, the bed, the mess of tubes still trailing off me, and me flat on the damn floor like a fool.
"What are you doing on the ground?"
"Building character." I gritted my teeth, trying to push myself upright again. My arms trembled. Nothing else moved.
I gestured toward his sling with my chin. "You’re walking around like a damn pirate."
"Better than you crawling."
Antonio crossed the room, kneeling beside me with his good hand out. "You’re gonna rip your stitches, idiot."
"Who told you I had stitches?"
"The doctor."
"Oh, so you’ve been chatting with her, huh?" I shot him a glare. "You two close now? You gossip about my condition?"
He gave me a look. "You’re seriously fighting the only people keeping you alive?"
"I’m fighting anyone who treats me like a damn patient."
"You are a damn patient," he said, voice flat.
"Not for long."
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Guysss, I didn’t edit this Chapter
I will tho
I’m in the saloon 😭