Loved By The Ghetto (Urban)

Chapter 3

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I turn around, furious with what Tashard has told me. "DON'T. TALK TO ME. DON'T LOOK AT ME. DON'T CALL ME. DON'T THINK ABOUT ME. YOU. ARE. SICK. MAKING UP SHIT LIKE THAT!" Tashard jogs up to me.

"It's not like that, Sam. I swear!" Tashard says, grabbing my sore arm. I pull away rapidly. Large tears brimmed in his eyes. I turn around, speed limping away again. Tashard gently grabs my... not good, but better arm from behind. "Sam, please!" I turn swifly,facing him. I take a deep breath and at the top of my lungs, I scream "DO YOURSELF A FUCKIN' FAVOUR, AND GO FUCK YOURSELF YOU FUCKIN' FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" right in his face. He tries to say something but I don't let him. "NO! FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKIN' PIECE OF SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU'RE A FUCKIN' DICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" With that, I turn around and mutter "dickhead" to myself, but loud enough for him to hear. I speed limp for 5 seconds, feeling Tashards gaze on me. "Shanae." I hear him call weakly, his voice cracking. I still don't face him, but I continue limping. Hearing him like that breaks my heart. Tears rush down my cheeks as I start bawling uncontrollably. I then run as fast as I can, ignoring all of that tremendously painful pain that I'm in, like, 'you don't even know' type of pain, to my house. I lean on the door, opening my bag and getting my keys out. I open the door and run up to my room, hearing someone calling me. I slam my door shut and lock it. I drop everything and lie on my bed, crying hard and holding onto my pillow. Someone knocks on my door repeatedly, but after a minute of knocking and calling my name, it stops. I cry harder just thinking about what has happened. I cry myself into a deep sleep. 

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My eyes start opening, and I look around, my vision blurry. I am unable to move, due to all the pain I'm in. For some reason, I'm on my back. When my eyes focus, I see I am in a white room. I look around and I see Sean sitting in a chair, praying quietly. I hear beeping and look to my right. The machine next to me is beeping and I know it's my heartbeat. I'm in a hospital. I cough suddenly, pulling Sean out of his prayer. He snaps his head up and looks at me. He has dry tear marks down his face. He is wearing a tight white v neck with light grey jogging bottoms and all black air forces. He rushes to my side and smiles weakly. I try to smile back but it hurts. I don't know why I'm even in here. Oh yeah, I remember now. Just thinking about it made me start crying again. Tears fall down my face. Sean then speaks. "Hey, hey. Don't cry. It's fine. I'm here. You're fine, you're safe now, okay?" he says softly, stroking my hair. I take a deep breath and nod slightly. "I'm gon' tell the doctor you're awake. I'll be back." Sean says, wiping my tears. He goes out the room, closing the door behind him. I sigh. I close my eyes. I hear muffled male voices outside my room and open my eyes. The door opens and some next stranger is staring at me. He's got a long, peach coloured face, plastered with wrinkles. He has a thin but wide smile, which is clearly over used. His pale blue eyes shine. His head is covered in short thin white hair. He is wearing dark blue medical scrubs and white converses. Finally he speaks. 

"You must be...er, Shanae." he says looking down at the clip board in his hands before looking back up at me. I just nod. "Well, Hi. I'm Doctor Wells, you're doctor for the time you are in this hospital." he says, rocking back and forth on the heels of his feet. He continues. "I seems as if you have sustained some pretty serious injuries, young lady." No FUCKIN', shit Sherlock, I think to myself. He reads off of his clipboard. "You have sustained a cut eyebrow, a swollen lip, and jaw, a slash to the back of you're head, heavy bruising to both arms, a cracked ankle, heavy bruising to the nose and you also have a black eye." I gasp. I can't believe he did all of that to me! Doctor Wells speaks. "We have treated the brain hemorrhage by releasing some of the blood that was putting pressure on your brain, we have repaired the pancreas and put the displaced knee cap back into place. We have given you stitches for your eyebrow and the gash to your head. I have also put you on some local painkillers." I nod and open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. My door opens again and a nurse walks in. She closes the door and stands by it. She has dark brown shiny hair pulled back into a clip. Her eyes are a dark brown colour, going perfectly with her pale skin and dark hair. She is wearing light blue scrubs. Doctor Wells then tells me I'm going to be fine and that I will have to stay here for some time. He then leaves. The nurse walks closer to me with a fake smile. I already know she might annoy me. "Hello. I'm Nurse Doggald. I will be taking care of you. It seems like you have hurt yourself, ain'tcha? Well, that's what I'm here for. I'm going to help get you all better again, orkaay? The first thing I need you to doo, is open your mouth and drink as much of this water as you can, orkaay?" she says in a thick Leeds accent. I nod slightly. She presses a button at the side of the bed and it bends so I am sitting up. She holds the cup to my lips and says "drink op!" all cheery like. I'm thirsty so of course, I drink everything. "Good girl! Well done, finishing that off. You deserve a gold star for that, you do!" I squint. A gold star? A gold star!!??? How old does this lady think I am? Talking to me like I'm a little kid! I'm not flippin five for crying out loud. I'm 15! I don't need a gold star. Sheesh! The cheek!