|| Complications || Beyoncé & Summerella

Chapter 30

September 23, 2017
Miami, Florida
4:36 PM
Beyoncé Giselle Knowles:

"Girl stop befa' ya hurt yaself." August tried taking the first aid kit from me, he sounded panicked, but I pulled it back and gave him a squinted eye look.

"Do you wanna end up like Christopher?"

"No..."

"Then let me do this."

"But baybeh I'm trynna make sure ya healin' okay.." He said softly. I felt bad, his words really do hold concern, because he only does that cute puppy dog pout when he feels like that. I sighed putting the kit down and rested my hand on his cheek, playing with his bottom lip.

"August... I'm fine okay, I know you're worried. I'm fine, if it makes you feel better I won't move around as much. Just let me do this." Even though I'm pissed as fuck at him still, I won't show it, I'll let him think he's off the hook. He sighed leaning into my hand and licking his lips.

"Fine... And Yoncé?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm sorry.. 'Bout everything I said and did... It's just when I seen it-"

"Hush. Let's not talk about that right now."

"But.." He started, I put my finger to his lips.

"You can start your sorry by making sure no doctors rush in here after realizing I'm unhooked from this thing." I spoke lowly. He nodded and got up blocking the door with the chair while he sat in it.

"Lock it."

"Yoncé."

"Lock it unless you want somebody's throat to get violated with this here pole." I stated, hearing the lock click a few seconds later. I wrapped myself up in satisfaction, making sure I used some wound sealer after cleaning my opening in my wrist. I don't understand why they have to hook up so much shit, like seriously?

"Ya ready now?"

"Aug... Unless you want me running around with my ass out, I'm pretty sure I should put these clothes to use." I said. He chuckled shaking his head with a slight smirk.

"Ya right, we'on need ya moonin' nobody an shit wit dat bubble butt ah yourn."

"Shut up lightbulb head." I muttered.

"What head?" He asked loudly.

"Shut uuuup." I whined. Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I braced myself for impact. I slowly slid off the bed, keep most of my weight on my uninjured leg before trying to balance it out onto my other.  It was working well at first, then I realized I needed to walk with both legs.

"Shit.." I mumbled. August looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

"What? Fahgot ya had a whole injured leg ah sumn?"

"Boy if you don't..."

"Iight ya got it.." He walked over to the wall and squatted, picking up some crutches. When did those even get there? Standing up, he walked over to me with them and gave each to me carefully. They were high as shit, so I had to let go of them so they could be adjusted. As he was adjusting them, someone knocked.

"Hello? It's your nurse." A woman spoke. August and I shared a wide eyed look.

"What do we do?"

"Let ha in."

"August, I'm still supposed to be hooked up to all this stuff, I'm hooked up to none, why the hell would we let a nurse in to see it?" I whisper yelled.