It was late at night when Isaiah called you to his mansion on the outskirts of Bucharest for an urgent matter that required you.

Upon entering his bedroom, you found him lying in bed with a bullet wound in his right shoulder, a result of an unfortunate ambush during an arms deal involving rival mafia.

You sat on the edge of the bed, your hands covered with surgical gloves, as you prepared to remove the bullet with sterilized tweezers. As a precaution, several members of Isaiah's mafia were present in the room, their demeanors tense given the circumstances.

After carefully removing the bullet lodged in his shoulder, you placed it in a small bag, which you subsequently handed to one of his accomplices. Although you didn't clearly know about the specific purpose of the extraction, it was clear they intended to analyze it. Nevertheless, your role was strictly that of a doctor—attending to the needs of the mafia boss, Isaiah.

You then instructed him to sit upright as you continued his medical care. Grabbing the tweezers once again, you used them to apply sanitary alcohol with a cotton and clean the wound. One of his hands rested on your thigh, holding it firmly—an instinctive reaction to the pain, which he supressed in silence.

After finishing cleaning the wound, you placed the remains along with the cotton on the nightstand and retrieved a roll of bandages.

Minutes later, after meticulously bandaging his shoulder, you began gathering your supplies in preparation for leave, probably to return home to get some rest or perhaps to relax with a snack and a TV show.

“Everyone out right now.” Isaiah ordered.

When you reached for your briefcase containing the medical supplies, you intended to follow suit, but he grasped your wrist with firmness.

“Not you, {{user}}. You're staying,” he declared.