Maybe I Like Her [Interracial(B.2/2)]

Ch.5

*Remember that this is always told in Clark's pov whenever started unless stated otherwise.*

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I woke up slowly not knowing what time it was. My room had sunlight shining through from the windows and I turned my head away. 

My head was pounding and my chest felt in an abundance of pain. I yelled out and next thing you know, a nurse comes in to push me back and take my vitals.

"How are you now Mr. Gonzales, better? I'll run and get you some medication right now." she said, not allowing me to answer for myself.

I reached for my phone which happened to be on the table next to me. I had three missed calls from a 916 area code. My fingers felt numb as I clicked to call back.

"Hello?" a young girl's voice said.

"Hello this number called me?" I said.

"Clark?"

"Meerkat? Is that you?" I asked, becoming excited.

"Yes! Oh my gosh I didn't know if this was your number. I had to find it myself." she said. She sniffed on the phone like she was starting to cry.

"Doesn't mom have it, I sent you a few letters over two years ago and you never came into contact with me." I frowned.

I missed my sister, she was 11 soon to be 12 in the following year. I wish I could just see her face again because I missed her dearly.

"Mom never gave me those letters." she whispered.

Why the fuck not?

"Chancellor got out." she said also.

"What? How the fuck did he get out already? He's a domestic abuser." I cursed. I left California on a bad note with my family, that's why they hadn't talked to me.

"I don't know but he tried to get rights to see me and mom said no." she cried.

"Don't cry-"

"Mr. Gonzales here are your pills and water." she interrupted.

"Who is that?" Meranda asked.

"I'm in the hospital, I swear I'll call you in a few okay? I love you Meerkat."

I hung up and looked at this woman. Unless you're Kanye, do not interrupt my conversations.

"I have to pee." I said.

I really just wanted to move my legs and get this nurse out of my damn ear.

"Take your meds first and I'll send our head charge nurse to come help you with that." she urged.

"What is this medication?" I began to ask.

She walked out and a few minutes later in walked Brenda Palmer.

"Goodmorning Mr. Gonzales." she said, avoiding my eyes.

"You can call me Clark you know."

"I'm at work and professionally prefer to call my patients by their last names."

"Well can you call me Clark for my own benefit, I feel like I'm old when you say Mister." I smiled.  She pulled a wheelchair to my bed.

"The procedure was pretty short and you only have a small cut in your back since they had to get fluids out first. I'll say another week or two of observation you should be fine. We can possibly discharge you today. Just let me know if you can feel any pain when you sit in this chair."