Mafia!Romano X Doctor!Reader. Family Doctor.

    You were the Family Doctor. You had treated many patients, making sure that the Family ran normally. But once in a while it could be sressful.

    Naps are nice. Especially when you haven't slept three days strait. 
    As a Doctor, no sleep and a high workload are part of the job. You were use to it. For some reason, it was fufilling and gave you apurpose in life. The stress was a good distraction from life. A working maniac would only be scratching the surface.
    You were so tired you didn't even bother changing your clothes. Your lab coat hung off the chair and you jumped into bed. 
    The front door opened. You coulding hear it. You thought it was your puppy, Toby. He was restless. You pulled the covers closer to your body. 
    "Aw. She so cute when she's sleeping."
    "I would feel really unawesome if we woke her up."
    "We hate wake the chica up. Lovino needs her."
    "You're doing it. Last time I woke her up she punched me in the face."
    Someone grabbed your shoulder and gently shook you awake. You brushed off thier hand and pulled the pillow closer to you. 
    "C'mon, Chica. Lovino's going to kill us." 
    Antonio tried waking you up by poking your cheek. He suppressed a giggle as he did that. He used to to do it to Lovino when they were kids.
    "This is so cute-" Your hand flashed out and grabbed his. He felt finger was behind twisted by your delicate fingers. 
    Your (e/c) eyes opened slowly as you gave Antnio the most scariest glares ever. He let go of your hand. Him and Gilbert took a step back. 
    You yawned and stretched. "Antonio, why are you waking me up at this ungodly hour?" You said in a deadpan voice.
    "W-w-well you see D-Doc. We kinda need your help since we ran into a certain situation," Gilbert said.
    "Oh. Is everyone okay?" You asked in a concerned voice. 
    Both of them blinked at your sudden change in mood. One minute you were going to kill them and the next you were being the cutest thing ever.
    "Yes, but Lovino kinda got shot."
    "Typical of that idiot," You sighed. You got out of bed reluctantly. You didn't care if your hair was a mess or you smeeled like Germ X. 
    The joys of being a doctor. 
    On the ride to their HQ, you kept dozing off. 
    How did you end up being a Family Doctor? 
    It all started when you took the subway from the Hospital.

    Being a Doctor meant working late shifts at the hospital.
    Your parents had warned you over and over again not to walk the streets alone. Especially at night. But you didn't care. They didn't even bother about you so why should you even bother to listen to them? 
    The night was full of noise from the city. Even the allyway couldn't block the noise. You walked on. You didn't even realize that you were being trailed until somebody had a gun pressed to your back.
    "Where are you going, little lady?" Ugh. So cliche.
    "I'm going home, you drunken buffoon."
    "Oh. Girly got a mouth." You could hear him chuckling. For some reason you were calm. You had dealt with much worse people. "How about-?"
    "Oi! Leave the bella ragazza alone?" A voice said. 
    "Bella ragazza?" Your turned your head to see a man with dark brown hair that had a slight curl stickin out. He walked out of the shadows like a ghost. You observed a gun in his jacket and a knife strapped to his sleeve. 
    Mafia. That's what came into your head. The suit, the badass look and the gun just shouted ganster.
    "How about we share?"
    "Ugh! Disgusting."
    "Let the girl go and we can settle this. Man to man." 
    Well.... someones macho, You thought sarcastically. 
    "Go jerk off somewhere else, Vargas." 
   He walked towards the hobo. "Hey man, I just want the girl." He brought the knife out and slashed Vargas on his arm. Lovino had jumped back and clutched his arm. The hobo pointed a gun at him."Bastard." 
    'Screw this," You said. You had brought your elbow back into his ribs. He let you go. You grabbed his arm with the knife and twisted it until you heard a satisfying crack. Then you kicked the gun out of his hands. Fiannly you grabbed his by the collar. 
    "Listen, you misogynistic asshole. Women are not something you screw in an allyway. We can kick your ass and the next time you even try to lay on hand on another women, think about this one encounter," you growled and let him go. "Beat it." 
    He scrambbled and ran off. 
    "You okay?" You asked Vargas. He looked up at you with disbelief. You didn't know that was the moment that Lovino Vargas had fallen in love with you.
    "That was....what...." he stumbled.
    "Okay...." You grabbed his arm and inspected his hand. "You're injured." 
    You pulled him to his feet and grabbed his arm. He protested as you dragged him away. Your grip on his arm was rather strong.
    "Hey, ragazza?!" He said annoyed. "Where the hell are we going?!"
    "My house. That cuts going to be infected and you need it treated." You looked back and smiled at him. That smiled floored him. "Don't worry. I'm a doctor,' You aid like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

    You didn't even realize that you had made to their HQ which was really a private hotel. The top few floors was basically a mansion on the top. Being in the 'bussiness', Lovino and his intresting family had quite a decent amount of money.
    The elevator ride was quite. Francis stayed silent while you snored. Antonio was gushong on and on about how adorable you looked.
    The elvator doors opened up to reveal the living room which already had a fire going.
    "Bella ragazza!" Felicano jolted you from your dazed state. He gushed on about what happened and thanked you for being here. "We're okay. Just minot cuts and bruises," He pointed to his cheeks which had dried up blood on it. "But Fratello was shot, he's bleeding pretty badly Doc."
    "You're brother is quite an idiot." The men behind you snickered. Feliciano smiled widened even further. "Where is he?"
    "Took you long enough, Doc!" 
    "Lovino, you should have goten me sooner," You growled.
    "You were too far away," He snapped back. 
    You rolled your eyes at his behavior. You were so used to it now. "Felicano, get hot wat. Antonio, if you have any chlorofoam, I'll need it. And you," You glared at Lovino. "Need to sit down or you'll bleed even more all over the place."
    "Fine, Doc." He sighed. He laid back on the couch.
    You dug through your medical bag to find some Anesthetics. It should numbed the bullet wound enough to use a scapel and a pair of forcepts in order to get the bullet out. Hopefully the bullet didn't go to deep but judging from the amount of blood on his shirt, you could say it was a lot.
    You brought out your scissors and started cutting the sleeve off. "What the hell are you doing?" 
    "Trying to treat your wound," You grabbed onto his arm. 
    "It's Armani!"
    "Is that sopose to sway me?" 
    He grubled as he took his shirt off. You rolled your eyes at him.
    Carfully you dabbed the Anesthetics onto the area of the would. Lovino hissed in pain and annoyance.
    "Be a man," You said. 
    "Tch."
    The scapel was the hardest part. You had to carfully make to incision along the cut so you could have better access ot the bullet. You looked up at Lovino. He looked away from you but you could see that he was gritting his teeth. 
    "Anotnio," you nodded at the Spaniard. He swabbed the blood away on the cuts.
    Here was the trickiest part. Feliciano fainted at the sight of the blood so Ludwig was helping you. You had to admit the mad was quite brilliant. Why was he in this place anyway? Was it because of Feliciano?
    Ludwig handed you the forceps. You carfully prodded inside of the incision looking for the bullet. You felt the forceps prod something. It could have been bone or the bullet. 
    Lovino growled as you prodded the bullet again. "Godamnit, woman!"
    "Tch. Maybe if you were more carful I wouldn't have had to do this, you idiot." You prodded the bullet again. Lovino glared at you. Usually people would be intimidated but you've put up with the behavior long enough to not care.
    You had Ludwig administer morphine to the area so that you could get the bullet. After a minute you carfully extracted the bullet from he wound. Blood gushed out and you had to work fast. 
    Antonio handed you the bandages as you disinfected the wound. You brought out the thread and needle. You stiched up the wound and made sure that the stiches were secure before washing the blood off with a sponge. When it was deemed sterile and sanitized, you applied the bandages.
    "There." You stood up on unsteady legs. "Done. Who's next?" 
    Lovino grumbled a thanks. Though it was small, it felt nice to be appreciated for your har work. Even if if it was Lovino Vargas being a prick.
    By the time you had treated every cut, broken limb and wound, it was three AM in the morning. 
    "Well, goodnight then." You walked towards the elevator. 
    Antonio saw that you were going to fall down any minute. "Maybe you should stay here for the night, Doc. It's too late and we'll take you back tomorrow." 
    "It's okay, Antonio. I can handle myself-" Your legs gave out that exact minute. Ludwig and Antonio both lunged forward to catch you. The set you upright. 
    "I think it best if you rest, Doctor. You look like you have had no sleep," Ludwig said.
    "How much sleep did you get anyway?" Antonio asked as he steadied you.
    "Thrity minutes. Max." 
    "Today?" Ludwig asked. 
    "No. In he past five days."
    "What?!" Everyone went.
    "Frau. Even I know you shouldn't be doing that," Gilbert said from the couch. "And I'm not a doctor."
    "You shouldn't be doing that, Doc." Antonio said. He frowned. It's the first itme you've seen him frown. "You shouldn't work so hard all the time. You should learn to relax. You'll kill yourself at this rate." 
    "I know, Tony. It's just when I do relax I felt useless," You chuckled dryly. "Old habits don't die, you know."
    "You're not useless, Doc. Your the only person who treats us when we get hurt. Who else would have helped Lovino if not for you? You're really strong and kind and pretty. No wonder big brother likes-" Francis clasped a hand over Feli's mouth. 
    "Miss (Name,) you looked like you're going to collapse. We insist that you sleep," Francis said.
    "Fine." You smile weakly. "It's not like I can say no. Goodnight and don't reopen your bandages or I will kill you!" You say.
    You walked up to the guestroom that you usally used when it was too late to go home. You opened the door and closed it, not caring if it was unlocked. There was a nice comfy bed and you just wanted to sleep. The lab caot was hanging on the post as you flopped into bed. You curled up underneath the blankets as your mind fell asleep.