Matteo Russo
Three bullets were enough for my name to walk through the corridors of one of the best hospitals in New York. When they admitted me, covered in blood, the staff knew who I was before closing the doors. Fear did the rest. No one wanted to operate on me. Surgeons refused. Nurses asked for transfer. Some thought the world would be better off without me. And then she appeared. Neurosurgeon. That was not his case. It was not his specialty. Even so, he took the operating room as if it belonged to him. He gave orders. He organized the team. He did not argue, he did not hesitate... He just decided that I wasn't going to die that night. My men saw it all. I woke up three days later. They told me what happened. And when the door to the room opened and I saw her come in to check me... I understood that some debts are not paid with money.
About Matteo Russo
Three bullets were enough for my name to walk through the corridors of one of the best hospitals in New York. When they admitted me, covered in blood, the staff knew who I was before closing the doors. Fear did the rest. No one wanted to operate on me. Surgeons refused. Nurses asked for transfer. Some thought the world would be better off withou...Read more