Trying To Maintain

F O R T Y - S I X

Drevon

"This is he," I say answering the phone. I been anxiously waiting on this phone call. Something is definitely wrong with my body. It has never hurt my dick to pee, but it does now.

I had to make me a doctors appointment to make sure my shit ain't finna fall off or nothing. I should be good considering I only fuck one person...right? The last three weeks been so fucking peaceful. I don't even think he be around ol boy like that no more either.

He answers the phone and shit when he ain't home. When I check his location, he either at his Granny house or riding around somewhere. He still hustles, but he makes time for me now too. Could be because he still popping them ecstasy pills and shit. He turn into a bedroom bully off them hoes which I'm not complaining about, but I want him to stop popping them for a multitude of reasons.

"Good morning Mr. Jones, are you able to come in for a follow up visit this afternoon?"

"I thought y'all said you could give me my results over the phone without needing an appointment?" I say confused. I could have sworn that is what they told me.

"The doctor would like to set up a follow up appointment to discuss a few things with you, sir. Are you available this afternoon?" She says, kind of avoiding my question.

"Can you tell me my results?" I ask becoming nervous.

"I can tell you your results when you come for your follow up appointment, sir. Is two pm today okay with you?"

I'm quiet for a moment, nervous and anxious. "Y'all got anything earlier?"

"Yes sir, if you can get here within the next thirty minutes, I can fit you it."

"I'm on my way now." I reply hanging up and getting ready to go. Even though two is only three hours from now, I didn't want to wait at all. She got my nerves bad than a hoe talking about some follow up visit.

I speed all the way to the clinic, even though I would have made it in time either way. I just need to know what the fuck the follow up is for.

I walk in and immediately check in. When I sit in the chair to wait for them to call me back, my leg bounces anxiously. I don't remember the last time I was so scared of anything to where I had to fight my composure to remain relaxed.

I don't even like feeling like this. Then it feel like everybody in this bitch is looking at me and judging.

I bet not have shit.

I think to myself, even though I already know I do. Soon as me peeing started burning, I started googling shit. I didn't want to believe I had a fucking STD because I only fuck one person.

I got two fucking bodies in general. That don't even sound right that I got some shit when I ain't out here just slanging raw meat to everybody like some people do.

"Drevon Jones," the lady finally calls my name to the back making me hop up quick. "How are you today?" She smiles at me politely.

Cut the shit dawg.

I just give her a look though. If I open my mouth to respond it's going to be some disrespectful shit, and she ain't who I need to be mad at.

"Alright," she sighs, "I need you to verify your date of birth for me please." I quickly rattle off my birthday for her which make her start to walk away. "Follow me, Mr. Jones." When we get in the room, she lets me know the doctor would be in to see me shortly.

I pace the small space of the medical room. I'm nervous as fuck. Thankfully, I don't have to wait too long for the doctor to come in.

"How you doing today, Mr. Jones?" The doc greets me smiling.