Courting The Champion

15 - Wayne Junior

Arabelle rushes into the hospital room that I am in, just as I put on my black hoodie. There's a long and white bandage around my face, to cover the stitched cut on my cheek. I didn't have any other injuries and I had only gotten a slight fracture on my nose, I was evidently lucky. I got some strong painkillers for the abdominal pain and I was starting to feel good now.

After that eye opening and spine chilling call from Trevor, I had passed out right before I could get any further explanations from Wayne. I had received a pretty bad hit on the side of my face and that's why I had passed out. The doctor said that I'd be good to take the bandage off in about a week, something about living tissue healing fast.

I woke up and almost immediately  had law enforcers asking  me to give a statement. Not wanting to waste any valuable time they could be using going after Smith and Trevor, I gave them what they needed, but my boy Wayne was nowhere to be seen. Not that I had actually proactively gotten up to look for him. He just hadn't shown his face yet.

Arabelle is the only familiar face I'm seeing at this hospital tonight. And for some odd and unexplainable reason, there is always a strong feeling that runs through my body whenever I see shorty.

She runs and gives me a bone crashing hug and I hiss in pain. She immediately retreats back with a gasp, as she puts one hand over her mouth. “I'm sorry. I forgot. Ar-Are you okay?” she questions with concern written all over her face. I nod my head gently and her face softens. “I'm all good shorty, now that you're here,” I say brushing over her hair slowly.

I pull her close and place a kiss on her forehead. She sighs. “I'm sorry that this happened Andrew, I should've finished my task soone—”

“Shh it's okay shorty. It ain't your fault. We'll take care of this. Don't you worry 'bout it, I'm doing just fine. I'm a boxer and you know I've had worse,” I say calming her with a chuckle and she wraps her arms around me, gently this time. I run my hands over her back comfortingly.

“Oh! Sorry. I can come back later,” It's Wayne. He looks nervous. Arabelle pulls back and stands next to me with a small smile. “No it's okay, I was hurting him anyways,” Arabelle jokes and he nods at her.

“So lemme guess. You ain't gotta go to some stupid fight  anymore right?” I joke and he laughs.

I stretch out my hand and give him a light bump with the side of my chest, aware of my injuries. He scratches the back of his neck. Arabelle giggles at the awkwardness of the situation.

I couldn't be mad at Wayne for turning out to be a law enforcer. I was actually happy that he had turned out to be one, just when we actually needed it the most. I also know that the friendship that we've built was based on genuine interactions with each other.

Wayne was good and he needed to relax because I still considered him my brother.

I chuckle at her action and look at Wayne. “I'm sorry but man, Wayne is a much  better name for you man,” I tease and he throws his head back in laughter. Just like that, the old Wayne is back.

“I know, that's why I picked it. My ma calls me Wayne junior, it's my old man's name,” he explains proudly and I raise my eyebrows in surprise.

“Oh word? So you're actually Wayne? That's mad cool man. So how the situation looking?” I question, wanting a bit of a heads up and Wayne shakes his head.

“All the evidence that we thought we had at Linear Impact Co. burned down with the building. However, we do still gat footage and recorded audio. Let's not mention the stuff you and your girl got. It's more than enough—” he says and pauses.