Its been a few days and I haven't spoken to my sisters as much as I'm use too. KMoney called but I gave some lame excuse like I was with some chick so I'd hit her back. Marley called but I told her, me and Stacey were in the middle of something and I'd call her back. Mo called also but I never answered just sent her straight to voicemail.
I really don't wanna call them back because I know the first thing their going to yell is hospital. I don't like them, I hate to be in them and when I'm there all I smell is death, the shit crazy. But I haven't ate in 2 days, hell I really haven't had an appetite but I think I need to eat something to build up my strength. I gotta shake this shit before Friday.
I been sick in the house for days thinking I could sweat this shit out. The last person I talked to was KD, she tried to come over a few hours ago to make sure I was good but I lied and said I wasn't in town. I haven't seen Stacey due to the fact that she's out of town for work. She said she'll try to be back as soon as possible but who knows what that means if she's going to leave her conference early or what.
My phone rings and its Shawn, good I can ask her to bring me some food. I answer.
"Was up playboy" I say as I cough in the phone. "Shit, you been ghost" she says. "Yea I been home, I got a bad cold that I been trying to get rid of for the past few days" "damn that's fucked up" "yeah I know, yo can you bring me some food, I'm hungry as fuck and Stacey ass ain't here" I say. "Yea what you" "whatever you close by will do, anything" "aight, I'm by Popeye's" "cool, red beans n rice, 3 wings, biscuit and a Gatorade or some shit" I say. "Yea" she says then hang up.
I pray this give me the strength I need and helps me feel a lil bit better. I close my eyes as the phone is still on my face. I'm to tired to move it.
As I'm opening my eyes I'm starting to realize this ain't my house. I hear beepin noise and realize I have a tub in my nose. I close my eyes to make sure I'm not dreaming, when I open them I finally get it. I'm in the FUCKIN HOSPITAL, how, when did this happen, what happened, who the fuck bought me here. As I look for a button to call the nurse my body aches at every twist and turn I make. I finally find it.
A female nurse and a male doctor comes in and closes the door. "How are you feeling Ms. Monroe, I'm Dr. Trombone" the guy says. "I'm Nurse Liz" "How did I end up here" I say ignoring my pain. "A friend brought you in, she said you were really out of it and had been sick for days" the nurse says. "Yea but I don't remember coming in here" "she said you went to stand and fell out and that's how you ended up here" the nurse continues to say. "Well Ms Monroe were glad your here, you have been sick for a few days and from the looks of things your not getting better, you've lost quite a few pounds but more so we can finally treat you" he says. As he's about to say something else the door opens and a lady waves the Dr. and the nurse to her. "We'll be right back" he says.
As I'm layin in this bed I'm still trying to figure out what the fuck happened to me, I don't remember shit and where the fuck is Stacey and what day is it. I look around to see if I see my phone. Who the fuck puts a phone on a table by the window and not a table by the bed. I finally make my way to the table and grab my phone. As I'm standing I'm lookin down at my self, damn I should have ate those days, I did lose weight. I sit back on the bed and lay down.
The Doctor and nurse comes back in with 2 more people, I'm assuming their doctors. I adjust my bed so I'm a lil comfortable but it doesn't help.
"How are you Ms Monroe, I'm Dr Wells" "I'm Dr. Hill" the other 2 people say. "Ok I guess, just trying to figure out how did I get in here and when do I leave, I feel fine" I tell them, lying straight through my teeth.
"Well Ms Monroe we've run quite a few test and we've run them multiple times to figure out exactly what's wrong with you" Dr Trombone says. "Do I have the flu" I ask. "You have flu like symptoms but not quit the flu" Dr. Hill says. "I'm sorry to tell you and I'm sad to say but Ms Monroe your condition has progressed to active immunodeficiency syndrome or what most people know as AIDs your CD4 cells are about 120" "WHAT! how, when, this can't be true, it can't. I want another test run and a different Doctors opinion! I don't care how much it cost" I yell.
"Ms Monroe we've run the test 6 times already to make sure we diagnosed you correctly" Dr. Hill says. "When was the last time you've had an HIV test" Dr. Wells ask.
As I'm sitting thinking, I don't know its been awhile. The last time I had a test was when I almost od that one time. That was like what 2 years ago.
"2 years ago I believe" I tell them. "Between then and now you could have contracted HIV and not knowing you didn't get treated and without treatment and other causes it tends to progress to AIDs. If you can figure out who you've shared needles with or had unprotected sex with then you can figure out how you got the disease." Dr. Hill says. I laugh. "Over the past 2 years my sex and drug life has been hectic, I party hard every weekend. Many girls in and out my bed, many drugs used. I wouldn't know where to start" I tell them as tears pour down my face. "Let's start by testing the main people you've had sex with multiple times" Dr. Trombone says. "Stacey" I say. "What was that" the Nurse ask. "Girlfriend of 2 years Stacey" "well can you get in contact with her and have her go get tested. Until then call family to come up for support" Dr. Hill says. "Ms Monroe this isn't easy and if not treated your body will deteriorate, you need treatment and support from your family" Dr. Wells say as they all walk out the room.
I just sit in my bed and ball out crying. I can't believe this shit, me of all people have this shit. And I've had it for who knows how long. I should have never put getting tested off when my sisters them went. I hope Stacey don't have this shit. Man what the fuck am I suppose to tell my family. How long do I have to live. What am I suppose to tell Stacey, shit what is KD gone think of me. "FUCK!" I yell as I cry harder.
I call my mom and dads house and the phone rings. My mom finally answers after what seems like forever.
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The Monroe's
Historia CortaThe Monroe's, 5 lesbian sisters with the city as their playground. But one event in each of their lives puts their play on pause as they each face their problem it becomes not just theirs but one of the other Monroe sisters problem as well.
