03 | armani

                                    

                                          
Belladonna
⏉here were actually a lot of stuff that they did to me or that they had on them, but I couldn't trust them just yet... and I'm not ready to trust or just tell anyone what goes on back there.
After changing into a comfy pair of sweatpants and and hoodie the air hostess gave me, I decided to let sleep take over. 
i've never been this comfortable in my life.
i feel so... safe... but i shouldn't let my thoughts run too far.
BLOODLUST
I woke up to someone lightly shaking me. Out of instinct, I jumped awake, ready to defend myself. 
"Hey, hey, shh, it's just me," I heard a familiar voice.
I peeked one eye open and I was a little bit relieved.
"Oh. It's just you," I sighed and took a gulp of air, before composing myself.
"My name is Giovanni by the way, but you can call me Gio and that nut over there, is Alessandro," he pointed to Alessandro who was sat with a laptop on his lap, in a distance. I nodded at his words and returned his smile.
"Plane's gonna land soon," he informed me, before sitting down himself.
I looked out of the window and saw the land coming closer, as I felt the plane descend. Within a few seconds later, the plane hit the ground making me flinch a little by the slight harshness. 
"Welcome to VA International Airport, Las Vegas. Please stay seated until the plane has come to a complete standstill," I heard a female voice over the microphone.
Within a few minutes, the plane or jet, per say, was at a complete standstill. The three of us got off of the jet with our luggage and walked towards a sleek, black Bugatti. These riches weren't new to me, I've seen them myself... but only ever lived to see them, not actually use them, well, sometimes...
not like I got to enjoy it anyways...
We drove for about 35 minutes, until we arrived at a large building, that read, "Armani Medical Centre, LV".
"Meet me in my office, when everything's done," Alessandro told Giovanni, who nodded in agreement.
"C'mon," Gio nodded at me, while I obliged, following him like a lost puppy. We went up a staircase, took some turns, before arriving at a private ward. 
"Sit down," he commanded, gesturing to the gently elevated leather chair, as he got a few medical supplies ready.
was he a doctor?
...or is he a doctor??
no shit.
"Alright, I'm just gonna draw some of your blood and then send it for testing and maybe see if we get any matches for any family, okay?" he spoke, getting a tray ready, as he was sat down on a swirl chair.
"O-Okay," I inhaled a shaky breath.
"Don't worry, you'll just feel a small prick, that's all," he tried to reassure me.
Key word: tried.
I scrunched my face up as I felt the slightly thick needle plunge into the vein on my arm, then pulling out. Gio immediately pressed a small piece of cotton onto the area, before leaving the needle down on a tray and placing a plaster over the spot.