But It's Better If You Do

Whatcha Say (part 4)

Last chapter's recap: "Just let me take care of you, please." He sat on the edge of the bed with me in his lap. "Homies help homies." He smirked hugging me gently.

"Homies help homies." I replied half heartedly.

A few minutes later a nurse walked in; I unfortunately was still sitting in Kurloz's lap. He had started braiding my hair a while ago to keep himself entertained while we waited.

"Awe, if y'all aren't the cutest thing!" She gushed.

I fought the urge to vomit and just smiled politely. Everyone ships us! Not that I'm complaining, but really?

"Ms. Aubergine, your vitals are fine and after we get some paperwork filled out you will be free to go,"

Yes praise the high heavens!

"But there is a condition." She continued.

And my high is gone.

"Because of your surgery and restitchin' you're likely to be in a lot of pain, the doctor has prescribed some pain killers to help with that. You only need to take one pill when you're achy and it will help, but it will most likely make you drowsy so no driving, don't mix it with alcohol, and don't take on an empty stomach. The other thing is, because of the stitchin' and the medication the doctor wants to ensure your safety; starting today you will be confined to a wheelchair so no walking on your own. Because of the amount of blood you lost you are still very weak and are considered a fall hazard, so be careful. I'll be right back with your release papers, a wheelchair, and a note for the prescription." She smiled before walking out of the room.

Kurloz leaned his head against mine. "Do I still have to got to school tomorrow?" He whined.

"Yes." I sighed. He groaned and bit my shoulder.

"That's the spot you bit last time and it still hurts, you fuck nugget." I hissed.

"First of all, I take fuck nugget as a compliment. Secondly, why are you torturing me you perverted witch? Lastly, I don't wanna go to school when my motherfucking bestfriend is all down, like I'd skip for Tuna so why won't you let me skip for you?" He complained.

"Because I'm not Mituna and I'm a strong independent woman that don't need no man." I said sassily.

"Did you really just fucking rip off YouTube? Seriously?" Kurloz stated bemused. I simply shrugged.

"I'm not gonna stop whining until you let me have my way." Kurloz admitted.

"Give me one good reason I should let you skip." I challenged.

"You're in a wheelchair so you can't really do much, you're gonna need someone to bring your game consoles downstairs, you're still restricted from junk food and, knowing you, you'll ignore the fact you can't have it, you're clumsy as fuck, and you have no other choice but to let me help because I'm your best friend and you love me." He smiled.

"Okay I said one reason and you're pushing it with the last one." I growled.

"Is that a yes? Because I think I just fucking heard a yes." Kurloz stated triumphantly.

"Fine," I groaned. "One more day, but after that you're going back to school and you can hang out after your classes are done for the day."

The nurse came back with the wheel chair and all my papers; she handed the papers to me and Kurloz placed me in the wheelchair. I grabbed my bag and placed it on my lap neatly tucking the papers inside.

"Before you leave the doctor wanted you to take this," the nurse stated handing me a pill and a cup of water. "It's a muscle relaxer, it's not as strong as the ones you were prescribed, but it probably will make you just the slightest bit loopy." She admitted.

"She gets sleepy from one Benadryl so does she really need a strong prescription?" Kurloz asked.

"After a while there will still be phantom pains from the surgery and stomach cramps in general, so if she was hurtin' before it'll most likely hurt later so it's just a precaution. In fact, she might be fine and not need to take the pills at all after having them filled, but it's not a chance you want to take." She explained.

Kurloz nodded. "Ready to go, sis?" He asked knowingly.

"Yes, like right now." I admitted. The nurse laughed and watched as Kurloz pushed me towards his car.

"Alright, before I take you home we need to all up and motherfucking get groceries." Kurloz stated tossing my bag in the back seat. He helped me into the car and folded the wheelchair up placing it in the backseat with my bag.

"Mhm." I yawned.

" I'm too emo to be a fuckboy." He stated flipping his hair.

"Oh insert air horn sass queen on the loose." I playfully rolled my eyes.

"I'm not motherfucking doin the gay voice, I can't my voice is hoarse."

"Awe, but I love how you say Coachella in the gay voice." I whined.

"You mean Coachella? Oh my gosh why didn't you just say so?" He made the face Kim K makes she's crying.

"Holy shit that was bad, you sounded like Cronus's cousin." I laughed.

"You mean Sol's on again off again boyfriend?" He asked confused.

"Yep, you got it." I giggled.

"Fucking Amporas." Kurloz groaned.

"I don't know the youngest Ampora, but Cronus isn't all bad; you just never give him the chance." I stated looking out the window. Kurloz simply grunted and pulled into the parking lot. After finding a decent parking space Kurloz helped me out of the car and picked me up like I was a mere toddler.

"Wait, what about the wheelchair?" I inquired.

"I'm just gonna put you in the shopping cart." He admitted.

"Oh yay." I replied sarcastically. Kurloz placed me in the basket and I sat criss-cross-applesauce. I folded my arms across my chest and leaned back against the cart. It had cooled down considerably and goosebumps formed on my arms.

"Here." Kurloz said handing me his jacket.

"Thanks." I whispered pulling his hoodie on.

"Aight, kid, whatchu want?"

"All the fruits, except bananas, and all the veggies, except broccoli and cauliflower. Ooh and chickpeas I like chickpeas."

*short time skip because I don't wanna write about grocery shopping*

I still sat in the shopping cart except now the medicine had started kicking in and I was just a little loopy. My vision got hazy and I had started hallucinating a bit which caused me to giggle uncontrollably.

"Awe she's so adorable. Is this your sister?" Some random dude asked Kurloz.

"No." Kurloz stated nonchalantly.

"Oh, is she retarded?" He asked grabbing my face. I didn't know what was going on, but I remember growling and barring my teeth at him.

"Bro, don't fucking touch her." Kurloz yelled.

"Oh, so she's your girlfriend? What you get off on retards?"

"She's not retarded! Get your motherfucking hands off of her!"

That's all I remember before waking up snuggled in Loz's side the next morning.