Living As A 'No Good' *An Urban Thug Story*

Living As A 'No Good' (3)

Chapter 3

~♚Aladdin's P.O.V♚~

That familiar, steady beeping like a digital alarm clock, awoke me. I looked around the dull room, faded blue curtains, whitish tan walls, machines and monitors Ian know shit about, and depression floating around the familiar hospital room.

   I looked over at my father asleep in the chair next to my bed, Mickey laying on the fold out bed, snoring like a bitch, and then... Ms. Love. I really wish she would tell me her damn name. -__-

  I pulled the IV out of my arm, looking at my dark blood on the needle.

"Put it back. " I looked up at Ms. Love. She had on some of them tan ugg boots, black tights, and a white and red YMCMB Hoodie.

  "To late. " I spoke and my throat immediately dried. I pinched my Adams Apple.

   She picked up a foam cup with a plastic lid and white straw and brought it up to me. I was about to reach for it, but winced, forgetting about my damn shoulder.

"Stop moving Ice, lay back down. " She spoke. I laid my arm back on my chest and laid back down. She brought the straw to my lips and I sucked on it... Yeah that ain't sound right but y'all know what the fuck I mean. -__-

"How you feelin son? " My Paps removed the blanket from his body and stood up.

"Like shit, but I've been worse. " I spoke.

"I got a call from Kris, she said she loves you and that you need to sit your big headed ass down and get better." My Paps spoke, I chuckled thinking about my mean ass sister.

"She always talkin shit. " I shook my head.

"Aye Boss , you know I'ma be yo son in law pretty soon. I'm just waitin for the right time to pop the question. " Mickey put his hand on my father's shoulder.

"And I'ma pop this gun right out of my waist band. You want that? " My Paps played along...well I think he was playin...

"No zzziiirrr ." Mickey answered and dropped his hand.

"Hello everyone, I'm Dr. Prescott. You must be the father? " Doc shook my father's hand.

" Yes I am. " Paps clarified.

"Mr. Ryder here suffered 2nd degree Burns around his lower calf muscles burning his muscle tissues. He will be assigned crutches for the next week or two. Mr. Ryder was shot once in his right shoulder, and for that we gave him a prescription of strong pain relievers."  Doc stated.

"When can he leave this depressing ass place? It always smell like mothballs and ass!" Mickey commented.

"Tomorrow morning, as soon as his release papers are signed. " Doc replied. We nodded.

"Alright, Well if you guys need anything just press that red button on the calling monitor. " Doc spoke and was about to leave when

Ms. Love spoke up.

"Oh Dr. Prescott, He pulled his IV from his arm. " She snitched. I mugged her triflyn ass.

"I don't like that shit in my arm. " I told her.

"Well Mr. Ryder, that's how your pain meds are entering your

body-"

"Ion need pain medicine, I'm straight as fuck. " I told her as she stuck the needle back into my arm. She didn't need to look for a vein because of my light skin complexion making my shit visible.