Jada Pinkett and Tupac Shakur have been friends for a little over a decade. They are always there for each other and they are always with each other throughout their individual challenges, but of course what happens when their friendship progresses...
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"Pac if you don't hurry up." Jada said as she waited for him by the door, her hands were filled with his bags and his paperwork. It was the next morning, Jada wanted to get to the plane before the New York traffic got heavy.
"Can I get up first J? Damn." He smacked his lips with an attitude, "I hope you remember I got staples removed out of 3 holes last night and the fucking morphine wore off."
She shrugged, "You still have the pain meds."
Tupac stopped in his tracks, thinking of what to say to her stupid response, "You must've been shot before."
"Hurry up," She glared.
"I'm about tired of yo damn attitude. Don't feel like dealing with that shit."
"Really? Well I can just leave you here and go get on my plane, just so you don't have to tolerate it, does that sound ok?"
"Go ahead and leave then! Sick of yo ass."
Jada stayed silent while he shook his head in annoyance. The wheelchair was waiting next to his bed, Jada was still mad from last night, so she refused to help him. Pac reached for the side table and pushed off his non-injured leg to get up, he hopped towards the chair, pushing it further away from him in the process. He tried to sit in the seat, but he missed it by a little, making his leg give out from under him. He ended up on the floor.
Jada dropped everything in her hand and rushed to his side, "Damn it Pac!"
"I told yo stubborn ass I couldn't do it by myself!" He snapped.
Jada reached down to his side, putting her arm under his, she let her other arm pick him up from under his shoulder, "I'm sorry.." was all she could say, while placing him in the wheelchair.
Once he settled in, Pac ignored her comment and buried his face in his hands for awhile. Jada bit the inside of her cheek, feeling guilty.
"Let's just go please." Pac mumbled.
Jada rushed to open the door, she got all of the bags she packed for Pac and gave them to his security who was standing outside the door.
"What they here for?" Pac asked.
"There's a mob of fans waiting for you outside, and you don't need to be seen in New York unprotected. That's a rule from now on." Jada said making her way back to his chair to push him forward.
They went through the hospital, she stopped at the front desk to sign him out. They made their way towards the big doors with their security traveling right behind them. Once the outside air hit Pac's face, a smile crept upon his lips. He was outside, his fans were screaming how worried they were for him and how much they loved him, the paparazzi were flashing pictures, and he could see the car that would take him away from New York. Jada stopped him in front of the car door, and this time, helped him inside. She let the security take the wheelchair and she got in next to Pac. She felt really bad for letting him fall earlier. She wanted to talk to him and apologize, but her pride didn't let her get any words out. He refused to let go of his pride as well. They rode to the airport in silence.
