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"Do you feel 100% straight Cassia, and I mean physically because we'll talk about the mental shit later. But if we leave out of this damn hospital today and you not feeling the best way possible, Imma drive your ass right back and force them to keep you for a full year." Cepheus spoke sternly, his hands crossed with his eyes on Cassia who was pulling her coat over her body. "And why you wearing a fur coat, it's July." He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, knowing she would be the first to complain about being hot.
Glancing up in his direction, Cassia sent him a small smile before finishing up singing her release forms. She wasn't even sure why this was necessary, considering she owned the place and could put in all her information when she felt like it. But she still did what Jamila asked of her, knowing her best friend would be down her back about it and that's the last thing she needed.
"Baby I'm good, I'm fine. I can walk, I'm talking better, I'm breathing- just don't smoke around me for a couple months. But other than that..." She trailed off while standing to her feet, her purse in one hand with the clipboard in the other. "I'm fine, now let's go." She smiled, giving him a small kiss on his cheek before leading the way out of the room.
Watching her for a minute, Cepheus only shook his head because he didn't know why he even took orders from her the way that he did. But she was walking normally, which didn't shock him because she wasn't shot anywhere in her legs. But he knew pain still occurred no matter where a person was shot at, and the way Jamila described things, Cassia should have stayed a little bit longer. But she knew herself and knew protocols to pronounce herself as fine and ready for discharge, which was exactly what she did.
"You know her stubborn ass ain't listening to nobody but herself." He heard Jamila from the right of him, Cepheus raising his head to look at her while shaking his head.
"And when she hurt herself, Imma laugh in her fucking face cause she don't know how to listen...I hope she don't get hurt though. I wouldn't be able to sleep if she damaged herself even more." He stressed, running his hand down his face with his eyes never coming up from on her. Poking her bottom lip out, Jamila clasped her hands together in front of her body.
"She should be fine, but remember what we planned." She spoke quietly, eyeing Cepheus who had to text Mariah to double check she knew all the details. Nodding his head, he glanced up to make sure Cassia wasn't coming, before looking back down at Jamila.
"Yeah, I got something to handle before we go, but imma take her in her sleep again...knock her out first though with a couple sleeping pills. Cause I want her to wake up there, and then from there just let her have a good time or whatever. We still ain't talk about the depression, or the cutting- which I know she tryna hide from me by hiding her sleeves." He pointed.
