Crossroads

(12)

Taylor

"Oh shit," said Taylor as she felt herself panicking. "Dont panic Tay." She told herself to calm down as she raced into her bathroom looking for her stitches kit that she got as a gift from her mom.

That one week of helping out & years watching T.V. better pay off, thought Taylor as she bit her lip.

She was at home setting up some type of infirmary in her living room. She didn't know how much blood and pain there would be so she prepared for whatever came to her head.

She put sheets on the couch so they couldnt mess it up, she grabbed a whole bottle of ibuprofen out of her medicine cabinet.

These aren't about to help really anything if he got shot, but its better than nothing.

She was practically running up and down the steps, almost falling up the stairs several times.

She didn't know exactly when he was coming. He didn't say.

She was so anxious her hands were shaking OC hard. She stared at them for a second before her phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Open the door." He hung up.

She shuffles over to the door and opens it seeing all three friends standing in her doorway.

The first person she looks at is Dawaun. Ok, he's fine. Thank God.

She looked at the other two, one looked good, just sweaty, the other also looked good, he was sweaty too though. He was holding his right arm, and there was blood running down his arm.

Guess this is him.

"Come in and lay on the couch with the sheet on it." Taylor instructed to him.

"Y'all sit on the other couch." She said to Dawaun and the other boy. She knew their names were Chris and G, she didn't know which was which though.

Everybody stepped into the living room and did as Taylor instructed. Taylor knelt down to his level and pulled out a pair of doctors tweezers.

"Are you Chris?" She asked, she just had a feeling it was.

"Yea."

"Ok Chris, this is probably gonna hurt, Ion really know though cuz I've never done it but yea. Don't die, at least in here."

Chris laughed, "I don't plan to."

"Did you plan on getting shot?"

"No, but..."

"Ok then. Ima count to three and then place these tweezers inside the hole in your arm and try to pull the bullet out, okay?" She looked into the hole in his arm. "Oop, I can see it, it didn't go far."

"Ight." he closed his eyes.

"One." Thats as far as she got, she put the tweezers into his arm closed around the bullet and pulled it out all in 2 seconds.

"Ouch! Moe what the fuck! Aye shawd you said 3!" Yelled Chris as he held onto his arm.

"Well...if you knew it was coming you would have clenched your muscles, waiting for the pain, that would've made the bullet harder to get." She explained.

"Ahhh, shit. That hurt." Chris clenched his teeth a little.

"Well nigga its out. Say, the fuck, thank you."

"Thank you."

"Now stop bein a bitch and lemme sew it closed with these stitches." She said with a smile.

She got to work on Chris' stitches. Every once in a while he would flinch in pain and clench his teeth and inhale sharp breaths.

A normal nigga woulda been cryin', he must really NOT wanna cry. Taylor thought to herself.

After she was done that she wrapped gauze around it and gave Chris extra and taught him how to wrap it himself.

"Change this every morning when you get up, you CAN get in the shower with it on, just dont get it TOO wet. Ok?"

"Ok MOM," he said as he took the gauze out her hand.

"Oh and when you change it put this ointment on the wound ok?" She handed him a tube of ointment.

"Gah'damn...Okay!" Chris said.

She gave him a smile and turned to Dawaun.

"Why did you call me?" She asked, simply curious.

"I cant call you now? I mean...I guess I could call some other females I know." He said with a chuckle and a shrug.

She didn't even have time to think before her arm extended and punched him in the chest.

"Nigga, I mean why did you call me for THIS?"

He rubs his chest a little, "If you lifted weights or somethin, that could cause some damage to a grown ass man. Hurt a lil, still ate it though," he licks his fingers taunting her.

She glares at him like she will murder him.

"Ight, Ight, you was the first person that came to mind. I dont know why, I just thought about you when I pulled my phone out and thought of who to call."

"Oh, ok. Yall can leave now." Taylor said.

"Damn. Trynna kick us out for what!?" G asked.

"Cuz, ion want three niggas in my house by myself. The fuck. One of yall got a whole...hole...in your arm."

"Ight, we goin leave anyway. Your crib aint eem all that." Dawaun said laughing.

"Then you dont ever have to come here," Taylor retorted.

Chris and G were already out the front door, but Dawaun was still standing in the living room.

He bends down and whispers in her ear, "not even alone?"

She smiles and looks up at him as he straightens back up. "Bye Dawaun. Hopefully we will be in school tomorrow."

"Whatever," he says and walks out the front door.

Taylor watches them get in the car and drive off.

That nigga dont know what he doin to me, she thinks with a little blush.