"That's good baby, do it again."
I slowly grabbed the spoon sitting in my grits. I waited for a couple seconds before slowly lifting the spoon to my mouth.
Docs say its gone hurt but if I don't move my upper body I'm gone paralyze myself.
Keisha softly rubbed my back and neck before kissing my forehead.
"I'm so ready for you to go home."
I looked up at my girlfriend with tears in her eyes.
After drinking mad cups of water my throat feels a lot better than what it did.
"Soon."
A doctor came in as I slowly ate more grits with small chunks of bacon.
"Looks like you doing good man."
I nodded my head as he sat his laptop at the bottom of the bed.
"Trying Doc."
He took out his stethoscope and proceeded to listen to my breathing and heart.
"I'm gone let you go home today. Your surgery was a success, your talking better, your keeping food down, your putting movement in your upper body. Your doing really good son."
"Will he need any rehab or anything to get his upper body strength back. I notice he seems really weak."
"Uhh yes. But its only a squishy ball. A nurse will send three home. Its something easy, you can do it whenever but at least do it 5 times a day. I mean you can sit on the couch watching TV and just squeeze the ball. Don't over do it, take your time. Okay?"
I nodded.
"Thank you. He'll do it."
After he left I slowly laid back and tried to push the table to the side but I couldn't do it.
"I got it babe, rest."
I watched Keisha pull the table from in front of me.
"How I'm suppose to work?"
Keisha looked at me with hurt in her eyes.
"Work is why you right here Quan. You thinking bout the wrong shit. Let it go babe, get a good job, something. These streets don't give a damn bout you. Omar don't give a damn bout you. He set y'all up Quan."
I leaned my head up slowly and looked at my girlfriend.
"What?"
She sat back in the recliner next to my bed.
"He set y'all up. That's what's going round."
I thought long before Ray walked in.
"What up boy? How you feeling?"
"Good. What's going on out there?"
She shook her head.
"Nothing for you to worry about. I got you."
"Omar set us up?"
She played with her hat.
"That's what's going round. I'll tell you everything when you get out of here."
"I'm leaving today."
"That's what's up. Don't worry bout nun."
A nurse came in with some papers and a small ball.
"Okay Mr. Smith. Doctor told me he already explained your ball. Any time of day but at least 5 times a day. You want to get your strength back in that arm, shoulder, and hand. I'll be back with discharge papers."
The nurse left as Keisha got my clean clothes out the closet.
"You gone have to help me, help you. We in this together."
YOU ARE READING
What Doesn't Kill Me...
Ficção Geral19 year old Tajanae has been in and out of trouble since her younger years. She has a drug dealing brother who has no respect for anyone and will protect her with no regret. Her mother and stepdad try their hardest to keep her step brother and siste...
