Damaged Love (Forbidden Love Sequel)

Chapter 8:

BANK IN MEDIA^^^^

...IT'S BEEN A LIL MINUTE SINCE I'VE UPDATED THIS STORY WITH ACTUAL CONTENT...SO YOU MIGHT WANNA GO BACK AND RE-READ SUM SHIT LMAOO.

BUT AS USUAL EXCUSE ANY MISTAKES, AND ENJOY

ALSO...VOTE PLEASE, THAT'S WHAT GIVES ME THE MOTIVATION TO KEEP WRITING FOR YOU GUYS😘

A Few Hours Later....
Bank's P.O.V.

I just sat there watching her move, still completely in awe.

She had really woken up.

"Why you looking at me like that?" Naomi asked as she rolled around in circles in her wheel chair.

She was hella energetic.

Well...shit I would be too if I was knocked the fuck out fuh years...

I shrugged, but never took my eyes off of her. She smacked her lips but didn't say anything.

To be honest I don't know how to feel right about now. I mean of course I'm happy that she's awake, but shit was just out of the blue...and the fact that she was crying for me to help her, that shit shook me up a lil bit. Ever since that situation with my father I've hated when people have been "dependent" on me, especially someone I care about, because if I fuck up that's gon end up making me feel mad shitty in the end.

"Okay so...we're not telling my parents or anybody I'm up".

I raised an eyebrow "...So we're just gonna continue to sit here and act like you're in a coma?"

"Yuh, I wanna surprise them, so tell the doctors I want my release papers den' we out dis hoe".

I chuckled and stood up from where I was seated "If that's what chu want".

I then walked out of the hospital room, and to the front desk.

"Yo, lemme get tha release papers for Naomi Garne please".

The chick popped her gum and sat up in her seat.

Ghetto ass bitch. Posed to be professional as a receptionist.

"And who exactly are you to her?"

"Sumbody you not, now gimme her damn papers for I call yo muthafuckin boss and let him know bout his rachet ass, unprofessional receptionist and get chu fired".

She rolled her eyes, smacked onnat hard ass piece of gum sum more, and pushed herself back in her chair.

"I'm printing out tha papers now".

"Exactly what the fuck I thought" I mumbled to myself.

A few moments later she shoved the papers my way, and I snatched them outta her hands mumbling "raggedy bitch" under my breath, before storming back to Naomi's room.

Once I got there, I opened the door to see her sitting in her wheelchair staring out the window.

I cleared my throat and she turned around.

"Um, I got the papers. We just gotta sign, and den we outta here".

She nodded and rolled over to me. I handed her the paper and a pen and she signed her signature handing the pen to me.

"Ima go change into these clothes of mine that are here for some reason then we can go".

I nodded and watched as she grabbed her clothing from off the bed and rolled to the bathroom.

I took a breath before signing her papers and sitting on the bed that she was laying in.

Some moments later she came out of the bathroom with a smile on her face.

"Ready?" she asked, and I gave her a slight smile nodding.

Her excitement was cute as fuck lmao.

I then prepared to roll her out, but before I could the doctor came in with paperwork in his hands.

"Before you two leave there is some things we need to discuss. Usually we hold patients like her for a few more weeks before we release them. But she was showing no signs of needing to still be held, and you also insisted, so we decided it was ok for you to be released. But Naomi, this is not the end of this. In case you haven't noticed.. you can't walk. You're going to have to relearn to do that along with other simple life necessities like eating, drinking, driving, and you'll probably have phases for a few months where you loose your memory. It's a miracle that you have memories now, and have speech clarity. But we'll still have to set you up for therapy. As of right now stay off your feet, and I've sent a prescription to the closest Walgreens to your house for some meds that you need. Other than that take it EASY, and I'll see you back soon to start your therapy treatments".

She gave the doctor a slight smile and nod before handing him the papers he signed and saying "Thank you for everything Doc. I really appreciate it".

He smiled back "My pleasure, now go on and have fun, but just not too much fun..I don't want to have to see you in here anytime soon if not for therapy".

Naomi let out a slight chuckle before looking at me, and motioning for me to roll her out.

I did as she signaled and rolled her down, and into the parking garage where I was parked. I stopped her in front of the passenger door, and opened it before helping her in, and closing the door behind her. I made sure to fold her wheelchair up, and place it in my backseat, before hopping in.

"You straight?" I asked her, looking at the Rolex on my right wrist.

"Mhm...but what are we about to do?".

I started up the car before slightly sighing. "I'm about to drop you off at my hotel while I go have a meeting with the Crips and nem".

She raised an eyebrow, but before she could ask anymore questions I shhh'ed her.

"I'll explain on the way to the hotel. Shit we gone be ina car for fuhrever anyways dealing with NY's traffic"....

TBC