𝐃𝐮𝐫𝐡𝐚𝗺, 𝐍𝗼𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝗼𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚
𝐎𝗺𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭
"Baby, what's wrong?" Euphoria asked, looking at her boyfriend. She smiled as he looked at her, seeing the hardened expression that once painted his face softened.
For days, Paris had lied there with a mug on his face as he stared ahead, looking at nothing in particular. He hadn't said not one thing since he had been up, he would just sit there staring with a huge mug on his face. The only time he would say anything is if it was retaining to his girlfriend or his friends along his grandmother but other than that, small conversations with the nurses including the doctors or anyone else—he was silent.
Even when they would come in and try to talk to him about his health, he would just stare at them with a mug. And, Euphoria had noticed but she couldn't do nor say anything to him because she didn't fault him.
The hospital just needed more nurse and doctors—non rude and disrespectful to be exact.
"Are you okay?" Euphoria asked looking at him, he nodded. She giggled as he simply sat there looking mean before placing a kiss on his cheek, he glanced over at her and smirked while wrapping his arm around her.
"Man, when da' fuck am I gone get out of hea?" Paris asked huffing, shaking his head. "I got shit ta' do"
"Babe, you have to stay here until Ms. Deangelo feels comfortable with letting you go home" Euphoria said, he shook his head. "She said that she wants to see how your test are looking because they have to run some more before she can see how you're feeling and release you to go home"
"Dats' some fucking bullshit, I swear ta' God. Dats' some bullshit" he said, Euphoria stood there eyeing him as she notice him getting upset. "Dats' not what one of them nurses told me yesterday. Somebody fucking wit' me"
"Well, what did they say?" She asked rubbing his forehead, trying to calm him as she kept her glances between him and his monitor. His blood pressure was going up due to him getting upset, she didn't need anyone coming in and making him more upset than what he already was. She knew Paris didn't like any of the doctors or nurse here, no one other than Ms. Deangelo.
"Dat' bitch told me I could go home" Paris said dropping his head, Euphoria nodded. "And now I'm stuck hea' hearing some other type of shit—I swear on my daddy yo, if I don't get release by da' end of the fucking day, I'm yanking all dis' shit out of me and I'm going home"
"I'm not finna sit up in dis' bitch sitting around waiting while them bitches just run test off of me, I got shit ta' do. Money ta' make. Dat' shit ain't gone happen on its own man"
"Well babe—nawl, ian' hearing" Paris said cutting her off, shaking his head. "Let them not release me by noon yo, I'm telling you"
"I'm out dis' bitch on my own"
Sighing, Euphoria climbed onto the bed not knowing what else to say as a response. There wasn't anything that she could say nor do that might've changed his mind, this was Paris and when he made his mind up about something—that was that. There wasn't no going back from making nor changing his mind.
She simply just carefully crawled into his lap, straddling him as he pulled her closer towards him and eyed him.
"Why are you being mean and angry, papa?" She asked wrapping her arms around his neck, pecking his nose. "Don't you wanna get better?"
"I'm not being mean mama" he said pecking her lips, caressing her ass as he began rubbing it. "And yeah, I do but shit..."
"It's ah' lot of shit, I gotta tend too now" he said, she eyed him. "Shit dat' need ta' be handled and ain't gone get done if I'm stuck up in hea"
