"A lot of ways to love you, teach me through your eyes - It's all foreign to me. I don't speak what you speak. I'll commit to learning if you, if you. You're a sweet fantasy, singing your ABC's. Please be patient with me, with you. Said I wanna be f...
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"It's a simple blood draw Mr. Johnson; I promise that I have done this a hundred times." Greg's night nurse once again tried to practice some patience. He was making it hard for her to do her job though.
"Not a hundred and one," he told her in a gruff tone. "I don't like needles. Never did, never will."
In the corner of the room, Ezrah sat in one of the chairs, on his phone. He had been on it for almost an hour now, in search of something that he hadn't shared. But he looked up when he heard Greg making things hard.
He laughed and shook his head. "Let ha' do what she needs to do so she can leave you alone, folks." He went right back to his phone after that.
The nurse gave a thankful smile, and, grumbling, Greg extended his arm, letting her draw the sample with only a little more protest. When she was done, she left them alone, and Ezrah pulled a chair up to the bedside, settling in comfortably.
"You supposed to be on my side Grandson." Greg's tone was softer now. "You and Keon ain't burned my shop down right, I ain't too old to whoop y'all asses yet."
"Shop still standing." He replied. "You can't do too much of nothing in that bed. Focus on getting better instead of trying to threaten me."
Greg's face softened, and he gave a small nod, his gaze drifting toward the window. "I miss it, I'm ready to get out of here," he admitted. "I hope you ain't had that girl in my shit. I don't like her ass."
He immediately knew that he was talking about Kaila. Hell, he wasn't the only person that didn't like her. But he did make it known each chance he got.
They fell into a comfortable silence, each of them lost in their thoughts until Ezrah finally broke it. "We got into, a couple weeks ago. It was some dumb ass argument and it got bad. Police ended up showing up and some more shit."
He fell silent once more, debating on if he wanted to share the next part, "She still on me bout that money and shit. She wanted me to leave the shop and the kids behind."
Greg looked over at him, "That broad is money hungry. I told you that shit when you first brought her around – but you didn't want to listen to me."
Ezrah shrugged, looking almost embarrassed. "I get that, I don't know I guess I just thought she was gon' be the one. Shit sound crazy saying that out loud now."
Greg's face softened at his statement, and he knew then that it was time for him to say something that he had been holding on to for a while. "No, it doesn't sound crazy son. It doesn't sound crazy at all."
"Look I know you cared about her. That's why I never said too much when you were together. But love ain't just about whether it feels right in the moment. It's about whether you both can handle each other's truths."
He looked Ezrah square in the eyes, his tone gentle but firm. "You got a good heart. You've always been one to look out for people, to give back. And if she doesn't get why you're dedicated to your community, to those kids ... well, then she doesn't deserve you."
