Trauma Queen

Jessa Clarke. 33 years old. Trauma Surgeon.

[deliriousmistakcs-blog]

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[deliriousmistakcs-blog]

Thank God she turned around and left, so she wouldn’t see the big smile that spread itself across Salvatore’s lips. Mission accomplished, he thought as he walked inside her house and and closed the door behind him. He didn’t care much about anything else now except getting taken care of, the sooner he got the blood off his skin and his wound cleaned up, the sooner he could get to do what he was actually looking for. He didn’t expect to see Jessa dressed the way she was, but then again, what was he thinking? She was in the comfort of her house, wearing whatever the hell she wanted. He moved himself into the living room and sat on the arm of the sofa, taking his shirt off and looking at the cut on his side as he waited for Jessa. He was looking forward to admiring that body in those clothes.

[jessaclarke-blog]

Jessa returned to the living room with her kit of supplies. She set it on the coffee table and looked at Sal perched on the arm of her sofa, “Take off your shirt,” she said as she opened the kit and pulled some things out that she thought she might end up needing, lots of alcohol swabs and a suture kit. She grabbed one of the alcohol preps and ripped it open, ready to get to work.

[king-castillo-blog]

“I want my mommy!” the child’s sobs had grown into shrieks now as Gabriel continued down the street, an arm thrown over his head as if to shield him from some unseen light, the child clinging to his shoulders as he kept her on his hip. Downtown Chicago was a mess of darkness. Downed traffic lights left the streets prone to lethal accidents. Gabriel himself had only barely managed to withstand one, a cut having formed on his forehead from his head coming into contact with the window, blood trickling down the side of his face. 

He didn’t notice.

He was busy focusing on other things. 

He’d called the shots. Told his driver and his bodyguards to leave him be, to locate Viviana and ensure her safety. He would be fine. He was Gabriel Castillo, a God among Men, and he would survive this just as he had so many other things. ‘Money isn’t an object now,’ he’d told his men, pragmatic as ever in his decision making. ‘Find the sicarios. Find Viviana. And find some god damned warehouses for us to help these people. They need safe housing. They need protection.’

Protection and defense, granted unto them by only him. The only man who could stand in the thick of this, bleeding and exhausted, and maintain a level-head.

“We’ll find your mother,” Gabriel promised the child. But honestly? He doubted they would. It was only a matter of time before the cops appeared, before everything went completely and totally to shit. And he needed to get away. Grabbing the arm of the person nearest to him, Gabriel’s voice was nothing less than a predacious hiss: “Put out your arms. Now.”

[jessaclarke-blog]

Jessa had been called out as part of a response team. The blackout wouldn’t have been that bad if it hadn’t been for the rioting. People were fighting in the streets, injuries were racking up almost faster than the emergency responders could handle them. She had just finished stitching up a gnarly lac on a man’s leg when the paramedics showed up to take him back to the hospital. She shouted orders at them about antibiotics and what to tell the intake physician as they loaded him into the bus and slammed the doors, the sirens went on and the ambulance spurred off towards the hospital. 

Jessa pulled off her gloves and tossed them into a nearby trash can. Before putting on new ones, she tossed her hair back into a tight bun. She grabbed a new pair of gloves from the pocket of her response uniform and slid them on as she walked towards an accident. She was about to approach the scene when a man’s voice told her to hold out her arms. She did so without a second thought.

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NAME: Jessa Clarke AGE: Thirty-Three LOYALTY: Galvani Mafia EMPLOYMENT: Doctor

Jessa always preferred the finer things in life. Raised in the mafia, her mother was always well respected, and her father always feared. It was strange, being the child of a healer and a killer, but that was just how Jessa’s world worked. Ever since she could remember, she was wearing her mother’s heels and pearls, walking around wanting to be nothing else but her. She idolized her mother, worshiped the ground she walked on. She was always playing doctor with her little brother, being sure to look good while doing so. As she got older, she fell into the mafia life. By the time she was in high school, Jessa was helping her mother deal with everything from bullet wounds to broken bones and overdoses, learning all the medical jargon before she was even pre-med. It certainly made it easier to deal with the high pressure her program demanded, but one night of her undergrad still gives her nightmares. Seeing her boyfriend’s little sister overdose was absolutely terrifying. Jessa really couldn’t do anything to help her mother at the time and all she wanted to do was help Carson calm down. He clearly blamed himself, but she assured him that Katherine would be fine. Eventually.

That was the first time Jessa ever realized why people wouldn’t want to be involved with the Galvanis. All her life, through every death, gunshot and bruised face, peopleactually got hurt. It wasn’t a game, and that only influenced her more in her desire to become a doctor. Though, it only made her more understanding when her brother told her he wanted an out. Kiefer was smart. He didn’t want to follow in their father’s footsteps. A killer Kiefer wasn’t. Whenever her parents pried her on his whereabouts, she kept his secret. If he didn’t want to be a part of the mafia, that was his choice and she did nothing but support it. Though, she couldn’t help but admit she was glad when he came back. While Carson was always there for her, Jessa needed her brother too. There were certain things a sister could only share and talk about with her sibling. That was just the way it was.

Carson Schafer - Husband

Jessa can’t remember a time when she and Carson Schafer weren’t together. The life he grew up in was so much more challenging that hers, and Jessa always appreciated his strength and dedication to his sister. It’s one of the reasons she was so sure he’d make a great father. Why he’s so against it, she will never understand. Lately, it’s been a cause of great stress between them. Not being on the same page as your spouse on a matter as big as a child could be detrimental.

Kiefer Clarke - Brother

Jessa and Kiefer were best friends growing up despite their six year age difference. They looked out for each other, and Kiefer never judged her for wanting to stay in the mafia when he was so adamantly against it. Now that he’s back in Chicago, he’s helping her deal with the fact that her husband doesn’t want children. It’s something that has been weighing on Jessa for years now. She wants a child, and Kiefer is the only one who seems to understand that.

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[agentholder-blog]

Jamie was more than grateful for the time off from work. This way, he could really devote his time to fixing the marriage he’d broken. So far, so good. Jamie had rarely left the house since then. The only time he stepped out was to grab groceries or other household necessities.

Like lingerie.

Jamie browsed through a local store’s lingerie section. A part of him couldn’t even remember what Tata liked. And… was any of this comfortable? It was the thought that counted, right? He was trying to put their relationship back together. He was trying to add the romance into it. Even if Tata had met him when he was an lanky teenage boy in Mexico.

“Damn it,” Jamie cursed underneath his breath as a bra slipped out of his hands and onto the floor. “Yeah, that’s too… plain, isn’t it?” Jamie said aloud.

[jessaclarke-blog]

Jessa had decided to pop in and participate in a bit of retail therapy at the local department store. She found herself wandering into the lingerie section, just checking to see if they had anything new that would catch her eye since she’d been in last.

She looked up from the racks as the man next to her dropped a bra on the floor, “It’s definitely not your color,” Jess laughed. “But you’re right. It’s pretty bland, very much so a mom bra,” she agreed. 

[lccastillo-blog]

The blow that Luis had received to the nose? It still fucking stung. Even hours later. He’d decided to stop at the Billiard Room. Going home wasn’t at the top of his list. He wanted to get hammered. He’d pushed everything back until Sunday. He’d need tomorrow to recover from the hangover he’d have from being out all night. Oh, and his nose. It wasn’t broken, thankfully. But it was sore. He was resting his head on the counter, eyes closed momentarily. He looked… well, pathetic. His shirt was covered in his own, dried blood. People had asked questions, but he didn’t feel like talking about it. He raised his head up, speaking directly to the bartender. “Mas tequila.”

[jessaclarke-blog]

Jessa didn’t want to go home after getting off of work. She didn’t know if Carson would be there, she never seemed to know where he was these days, but she didn’t want to be there either way. She was still coming down from the adrenaline packed day of surgeries and felt up to a drink. She had invited a couple of her co-workers to join her at the Billiard Room, but they had families to get home to. She sighed as she sat down on a barstool. She started when the man next to her moved and she got a good look at him, “Luis? What happened to you?” She inquired as she looked him up and down. She could tell that he’d been hit, that was evident, but she didn’t know the story behind it. “Do you want me to take a look at it?” 

[deliriousmistakcs-blog]

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Salvatore kept thinking and thinking about ways to get to see Jessa again, get her alone and close to him again. She left him wanting more that night at the Gala. And he found the solution. She worked as a doctor, so he went into one of the infamous underground fighting clubs in Chicago and fought. As many people as he could, and beat them all. Of course he got cuts and bruises on his face, it was something normal, but what he didn’t expect was for one of his opponent to not settle for losing and attack him one he left the club, with a knife. Salvatore dodged most of the swings, but he manged to cut his side, cutting his tank top in the process. He knocked the guy out and went on his way, piece of cake, but the cut stung like a bitch and some blood dripped from it, soaking his white top in the red liquid. Finding himself in front of Jessa’s front door, Sal knocked on it and leaned against the door frame.

[jessaclarke-blog]

Jessa was taking a moment at home while she could. She was working the night shift at the hospital and knew she should probably rest up so she’d be ready. She settled onto the couch and flipped through her DVR, opting not to watch the latest episode of Big Brother without Carson. She sighed and clicked the TV off. She was bored. She had reached the point in her life where she was bored, and she hated it. She never had time to do anything with her family. Kiefer was always busy at the station. She got the inkling that Carson had been avoiding her lately, always out dealing or handling some kind of business. He was mad. She was mad. They weren’t on the same page. It was frustrating. At first, she had loved the alone time,  but now she was bored. She heard a knock at the door and stood up off the couch, smoothing her shorts and pulling her tank top down. “Coming!” She called towards the door. 

She checked out the peephole and sighed when she recognized the face. She quickly opened the door, ready to tell Sal to get lost, when she saw the red seeping his side. “Fuck. Come in. Let me grab my kit.” She headed towards the bathroom to grab her supplies.

[jessaclarke-blog]

At the contact of his arms around her waist Jessa grinned. She kissed Sal back and ran her hand up to tangle in his hair. She put her other hand on his chest, releasing his tie. Jessa sighed contentedly, she knew she should stop, should say something about getting back to the party, but with the feel of his lips on hers it made speaking up difficult. She could give it a bit. So far it was harmless. She wouldn’t let it go too far. She pulled back and looked at him, “Mhmm. Pleasantly surprised.” 

[deliriousmistakcs-blog]

Salvatore looked at her with a devilish smirk and brought their bodies even closer to each other “And I can do so much more than this.” and by that he didn’t mean tonight. Tonight might not even bring something else than kissing and touching each other. But he could keep tormenting her, until she gave in and he could have her in anyway he wished. He wanted that “All you have to do is say yes whenever I come to you with an idea.” an indecent idea, of course, but that was for later “For example, right now I think it would be a good idea if I kissed your neck. What do you say?”

[jessaclarke-blog]

More than this. Jessa's eyes flew open. What was she doing? She wasn't this person. She wasn't some school girl who snuck away with any random guy. She cleared her throat and pushed his chest slightly as she hopped off the table. She sighed, "I'm not just going to blindly agree to anything you say. And I say that you should probably go find your fiancée Sal. I need to get home to my husband." She headed towards the door, "Maybe give it a minute. That way no one sees us leaving here together." She turned the doorknob and returned to the party.

[deliriousmistakcs-blog]

Salvatore smiled widely when Jessa followed after him indeed and joined him into the empty room, watching her as she sat on the table. The night didn’t turn out to be that bad after all, and knowing that Jessa was actually married and the two actually loved each other, not like him and Mila, gave him more excitement than he probably should have been given. It was all for the hell of it, and for him to show her just what Carson could learn from him. His arms wrapped around her waist when she pulled him closer to her by his tie “Always here to pleasantly surprise you, doctor.” he whispered before he let his lips crash into hers, showing her just how much the devil wished to kiss her and make her feel good tonight.

[jessaclarke-blog]

At the contact of his arms around her waist Jessa grinned. She kissed Sal back and ran her hand up to tangle in his hair. She put her other hand on his chest, releasing his tie. Jessa sighed contentedly, she knew she should stop, should say something about getting back to the party, but with the feel of his lips on hers it made speaking up difficult. She could give it a bit. So far it was harmless. She wouldn't let it go too far. She pulled back and looked at him, “Mhmm. Pleasantly surprised.” 

[deliriousmistakcs-blog]

Salvatore chuckled softly and shook his head, glancing around “Not here.” he said simply putting some distance between them “I wouldn’t want to get you in trouble. Follow if you wish.” he didn’t want to risk his parents seeing him, or someone that knew her and could tell Carson, like Katherine for instance. Sal made his way into the crowd and into a vacant room where nobody would bother them.

[jessaclarke-blog]

Jessa cleared her throat, “Of course. Smart. Lead the way.” She followed Sal through the crowd, looking at the floor as they did so. She didn’t know what she was doing. She has a husband. A handsome husband. A handsome husband who she wasn’t exactly on the same page with anymore. A handsome husband who refused to come out with her tonight. She let Sal lead her into an empty room. She hummed as she sat down on the table, “This wasn’t how I expected this night to go. At all. Not in a bad way. But. It's an unexpected surprise.” She grabbed Sal's tie and pulled him closer to her. 

[deliriousmistakcs-blog]

His eyes fell on her hand as a smirk slowly made its way on his face “I was raised that way.” he pointed out with another wiggle of his eyebrows, his eyes meeting Jessa’s “Doesn’t kill him.” he finished her sentence, loving the way she thought. It meant they wouldn’t have a problem, he didn’t care about Carson, he only cared about Jessa. And if she wanted him to do it, who was he to say no? “Tell me, doctor, would you like to kiss the devil to convince yourself? What greater sin to be made to convince him to reveal himself than a kiss? Besides, that’s what he’d very much like to do right now. He is just curious.”

[jessaclarke-blog]

Jessa looked around, half checking to see if the coast was clear and half taking a beat to make sure this wasn’t just a stupid alcohol fueled decision. She had yet to decide the second half, but the coast seemed pretty clear. She bit her lip, “If that’s what the devil wants, why don’t we satisfy his curiosity.” She leaned in a bit closer to Sal, daring him to make his move.

[micorazonxtata-blog]

She laughed, happy that there was finally some entertainment to the gala at last. “Why, gracias! You look spectacular as well. Now I really need to kick your husband’s ass for not being here.”

[jessaclarke-blog]

Jessa followed Tata towards the dancefloor, “Don’t worry, I’ll be kicking his ass plenty when I get home.” She laughed, “But seeing you fight him would make me feel much better.” 

[deliriousmistakcs-blog]

Salvatore hummed at the not wearing part. It wasn’t hard to imagine her without clothes on, Carson was a happy man he got to see her naked, Sal would kill for at least a glance at Jessa naked. Inappropriate thoughts as they may be, they were there, and he wouldn’t stop them “I can assure you she doesn’t have a problem. Dr. Clarke, I’m not about to test something without your consent. I think it’s obvious what my call would be, but not without your approval.”

[jessaclarke-blog]

Jessa put her hand on Sal’s arm, “What a gentleman,” she said at his comment about her consent. She smiled at him, “Well, if she doesn’t have a problem the only one of us with a problem would be Carson... And you know what they say, what he doesn’t know...” 

[deliriousmistakcs-blog]

“My apologies, Dr. Clarke, but tonight you are wearing that beautiful dress instead of your usual scrubs, so I didn’t think that title appropriate for tonight. My bad.” Salvatore smirked as he took another sip of the drink in his hand and leaned an inch or two closer to Jessa “I may very well be, doctor, would you like to test that theory?”

[jessaclarke-blog]

Jessa smirked at him, “I’m a doctor no matter what I’m wearing, or rather not wearing I suppose.” She stayed where she was as he leaned in, “My husband might not be here, Mr. Galvani, but your fiance is flitting around somewhere. I’m all for testing theories, but because of that I’ll let you make the call.” 

[deliriousmistakcs-blog]

“Maybe.” as much as Salvatore wanted to get into the subject and put Mila in a bad light as much as possible, revenge for being a bitch to him, he couldn’t do it just for the sake of his father and his wish. She was to be his wife soon and people had to see her as a pretty little angel, even if she wasn’t “Mrs. Clarke, are you by any chance flirting with the devil?”

[jessaclarke-blog]

“Dr. Clarke,” Jessa corrected with a smile, “Are you implying you’re the devil, Mr. Galvani?” 

[deliriousmistakcs-blog]

“I’m going to be a jerk and say he could learn more than a thing or two.” Sal wiggled his eyebrows and tilted his head slightly to the side, taking another sip from his drink “Apparently, I’m not a fun company. I even let my beard grow for her since I’ve noticed she has a thing for bearded guys, but apparently it wasn’t enough.” he tried to look as sad about it as possible, but he probably failed since he didn’t give a damn about what Mila liked or didn’t like, especially about him “Oh stop it you, you’re gonna make me blush.”

[jessaclarke-blog]

Jessa threw her head back with a laugh at his eyebrow waggle. “Definitely possible,” she pulled herself back together, “You’re perfectly good company, and the beard suits you so there must be another reason she wandered off. Maybe she’s just trying to meet as many people as she can.” She grinned at him, "It's true though, your fiance is being silly if she'd rather be somewhere other than on your arm while you're in that suit."  

[micorazonxtata-blog]

“I shall kick his ass the next time I see him. I may be small but I am mighty.”  She laughed, grinning at her dear friend. She held her hand out for her and said, “Believe me, Mrs. Clarke; I am the honored one to share a dance or two with you.”

[jessaclarke-blog]

“Please do. The look on his face would be priceless,” Jessa laughed along with her friend and co-worker. She took Tata’s hand and headed out towards the dance floor, “The same to you, my friend. You’re looking gorgeous tonight, Jamie is a lucky guy.” 

[deliriousmistakcs-blog]

For such a beautiful wife even I would have made a sacrifice for one night. Hopefully he keeps himself out of trouble. I came with my fiance, but she ditched me quickly. You’re looking lovely tonight Jessa.

[jessaclarke-blog]

“Well, maybe Carson could learn a thing or two from you, Sal,” Jessa smiled. She laughed at his comment about his fiance. “Ditched you? So soon?” She looked Sal up and down, “Thank you. You look handsome as well.”