Big Mistake

Loose Screws

"Not everyone's head is screwed on as tight as the bolts of a new house's windows. But, does that necessarily make them crazy or just ignorant?" -Yamesia

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"So you mean to tell me... that you've been sick with the flu and ain't told not a soul?" Precious asked as everyone crowded Isaac in his hospital room.

Isaac weakly nodded his head.

Paris blinked back the tears forming in her eyes, silently thanking God for keeping her brother alive.

As for Precious and Isaac, they weren't too fond of their son's decision.  Never seemed like they ever were or ever will be.

"That was a dumb ass decision to make, son." Isaac Sr told his son.

"It was his decision, now leave it alone." Paris barked.

Malcolm gripped a hold onto her hand, calming her down from an upcoming outrageous outburst that may kindle more of the fire that's already started.

Precious turned to face her daughter, anger written deep within the pores of her face.

"This is the exact reason why I am getting more wrinkles by the minute. Your brother and his dumb ass decisions, then you taking up for him!" She yelled.

"I'm just tryin' to tell y'all that if he ain't want us to be bothered with it, then so be it. He's a grown man mama."

"Yeah. Who's thirty-four, goin' on thirty-five, and has no goals set for himself whatsoever." Isaac Sr stated.

Isaac sat there and watched his family go back and forth, head-to-head over him and his illness.  He knew keeping the exact reason why he was in the hospital away from them was going to start an uproar, he just wasn't ready to inform anyone about his condition.  Not yet at least.

"Y'all need to stop all this damn arguing. We family, keep it that way." Malcolm said, growing angrier by the minute at the ongoing conversation.

"Fine. Come on Isaac we're leaving." Precious snatched a hold onto her purse and stormed out of the room, bumping her daughter's shoulder on purpose.

Paris shook her head and stood next to Isaac while he laid barely conscious.

The medicine he was given was starting to put him to rest for the night, but Paris and Malcolm wanted to stay there to make sure he was alright.

"Stop crying sis." Isaac told her between coughs.

"I-I can't. We-we a-almost lost y-you today." Paris cried out.

"But you didn't." He told her, coughing again.

Malcolm grabbed his girlfriend and pulled her into his embrace, whispering 'it's alright, he's still here baby' in her ear.

"That's right. Comfort her bro'."

After Paris calmed down, her, Isaac, and Malcolm discussed them spending the night in the room with him.

Isaac agreed, saying it would be fine if Malcolm and his sister could stay the rest of the night while Isaac slept away.

Malcolm left the room to go get him and Paris's night night clothes and bring them back.

"C'mere lil' sis." Isaac weakly patted the spot next to him on his bed, slowly scooting over to make room for Paris.