But It's Better If You Do

Sick Day (Part 2)

I held Aubergine close to my body; her skin was clammy and she was burning up. 

"Shit, A, you're fucking feverous" I hissed grabbing an ice pack from the freezer. I wrapped the ice packs in paper towels and made her hold it to her chest then I grabbed my keys and A's phone off the table.

I set A in the passenger seat then jumped in at the wheel. I tried to drive as quickly as possible without adding insult to injury. A groaned loudly and clutched her side. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! This is so fucking bad- what the fuck am I supposed to do? I took a shortcut down a back street and sped up a bit; when I made it back onto the main road a police officer sped after me blaring his siren. Shiiiiiiit. I am so fucking screwed!

I pulled over and waited for the officer to walk up to the car. Ok, Loz, don't flip your shit. As long as he doesn't try to search the car everything will be the bitch tits. I pulled my wallet out my back pocket and grabbed the registration papers from the glove box. I rolled down the window and held out the papers before the cop could even ask for it. He sneered then looked back to me. "Mr. Makara, do you know how fast you were going?" he questioned.

"No, but I'm sure it was really motherfucking fast because my wicked sis is all up and feverous." I snapped. He looked through the window noticing Aubergine hunched over in the seat next to me.
"I don't what's wrong with her but she's really fucking sick and I need to get her to a hospital." I spoke softly. The officer walked around the other side of the car to talk to Aubergine. He asked her what was wrong and she barely managed to speak. He walked back to my side of the car and handed me back my stuff and nodded; he told me to follow him and even asked other officers in the area to control traffic so that we could get through. A moaned out in distress and I looked back at her briefly. "It's all up and gonna be motherfucking okay, sis, we're almost there." I shushed her.

"It hurts so fucking bad, Loz." She cried out. Man it was breaking a motherfuckers heart to witness this. We finally pulled up outside the hospital and I jumped out picking A up gently. She looked up at me before going limp in my arms. What the fuck? WHAT THE FUCK!? The officer opened the doors and I rushed inside.

"What seems to be the problem?" the receptionist asked tiredly.

"My wicked sis just all up and fainted. She's gotta wicked high fever and stomach cramps from hell. She said she felt all dizzy with a killer headache and I'm pretty sure she threw up everything she ever ate this morning."

The receptionist stood and felt A's face; she narrowed her eyes before checking A's pulse. A nurse was called and Aubergine was strapped to a wheelchair. I tried to follow the nurses to the back room, but they made me wait in the lobby. I ran my hands through my hair angrily. This is bullshit! I need to make sure she's okay! Calm the fuck down- doctors know what they're doing. But A needs me! Take a deep breath, man, she's gonna be okay. I pinched the bridge of my nose and let out a deep sigh. I pulled A's phone out and texted everyone letting them know she was in the hospital. The receptionist called me to the front desk. "Your girlfriend is gonna be okay, we just need some personal information." I ignored the girlfriend part; based on the way I flipped I'm pretty sure everyone thought that. I gave the receptionist all of A's details and list of allergies before the nurse came out and said it was okay for me to go back. I followed the nurse back to A's room. I stood next to her bed and brushed the bangs from her face. "Wake up soon, sis." I whispered.

End of sick day part 2