Before they even arrived, Matteo had already told Harry to call his personal doctor and send him the address.
Not long after they got there, the doctor arrived.
He went straight to Matteo's room.
Matteo sat down on the couch, his injured arm resting carefully at his side.
The doctor didn't waste time. He put on his gloves, removed the emergency bandage Harry had wrapped, and examined the wound.
"It's a clean graze," he said, "but deep enough to need a few stitches so it heals properly."
Matteo gave a short nod. "Do it."
The doctor worked quickly and carefully, stitching the wound, then cleaning it again before wrapping it in a fresh bandage.
When he was done, he handed Matteo some medication.
"This will help with the pain. Take it and rest the arm."
Matteo nodded once. "I'll be fine."
After the doctor finished, he packed up his things and stood. "Call me and let me know where you'll be," he said. "I'll come back to check on your arm."
