No Love Allowed (A TUPAC & JADA STORY)

XII

"Pac wake up," Jada tugged his shoulder, he was swallowed by her big pillows on the bed, "We're here"
Tupac stirred from his deep sleep and allowed his eyes to open. He still heard the white noise of the plane flying in the air.
"Jada, we still in the air" He rolled himself back over trying to force himself back to sleep.

"Obviously Pac, but we're gonna land soon, might as well wake up."

He groaned knowing he couldn't go back to his comfortable position anymore.

"Cranky much?"

"That was the best sleep I've had since i've gotten shot."
Jada ignored his complaining and started to clean up the room.
Pac rose from the bed and let his feet dangle from the side.
Jada grabbed his pants and put them around his ankles. She then put her body under his arm and allowed her hands to help lift him to his feet. She gave him a steady balance and allowed him to pull his pants up.
"How long do I have to stay with you?" He asked her while sitting back down.

"The doctor said atleast 3 weeks and you need to start physical therapy."

"Girl I know how to walk"

Jada tilted her head, "Yet you fell down today."

"Because that was my first time, I know you saw me get up those steep ass stairs."

Jada sighed, "We're just doing what the doctor said Pac"

"Fuck that, y'all act like I'm paralyzed or something."

"You could've been."

Jada heard the alert sound on the plane, signaling her to sit down and that they were about to land. She sat down next to Pac and watched the levels change throughout the window.
Pac admired his city and the view of the beach, "Finally"

They both felt the wheels touch down onto the ground and waited for the signal that it was okay for them to leave.
Once they received it, Jada stood up and looked at her bestfriend, "You ready?"

While he nodded, Jada reached out for his body to help him get up. Tupac hopped up to a solid position on his feet and got a strong grip on the small woman.

"Put your pressure on me it's fine" Jada said as she felt his touch being light. She could tell he got nervous when he started to walk no matter what front he tried to put up.
He allowed himself to hold her harder and they walked towards the opening to the middle of the plane.
"You're doing good" She said trying to motivate him. He was sweating bullets.
He readjusted himself trying to gain more balance and then they started for the front of the plane.
Once they made it, they were in front of the stairs, "You wanna go by yourself?" She asked him.
He nodded.
He grabbed the railing and let Jada walk in front of him to reach for her hand.

"Take your time Pac" She said to him before he started. He gripped her hand hardly and hopped down the stairs slowly.
He couldn't concentrate with cameras flashing in his peripheral view, "Who told them we was gone be here?"

"Quit worrying about the paparazzi and focus."

Tupac sighed in annoyance.

"You better stop before you fall in front of all of them."

He snickered a little while finally touching the last step. They were met with security at the bottom of the stairs and Tupac leaned on to Jada's body again. They walked slowly to the car and were greeted by Jada's driver, "Miss Pinkett, Mr. Shakur."