The Start Of A Good Thing (Book 1)

Chapter 37

That Saturday at 12:00pm on the dot, Trevor was being rolled down the halls of First Baptist Hospital. He wore a black shirt, dark blue jeans, and brown boots; all clothing his sister packed for him. While being pushed through the cold runway, Trevor had his arms folded, looking increasingly upset.

            The nurse who escorted him out of the hospital leaned over his shoulder. “I bet you can’t wait to get back to all your friends,” she smiled, talking in his ear. Trevor’s eyes narrowed, he didn’t like the friendly tone in which she spoke. It made him feel like a child.

            They reached the automatic door at the front of the hospital in a matter of minutes. Standing outside waiting for Trevor was India, Tyrika, and Baby-D. A big cheesy smile grew on India’s and Tyrika’s face the second Trevor was rolled out of the doors.

            Tyrika blew into a party horn while India grinned vigorously. Baby-D seemed to be the only one nonchalant about the whole ordeal. “Hey Trevvv!” Tyrika shouted, she ran to her brother and hugged him.

            The nurse laughed at Trevor’s undesired welcoming committee. “Aww, looks like someone’s been missed,” She said. India went to his side to help him out of the wheel chair with Tyrika, but Trevor swiped their hands away.

            “I got it,” he grumbled, straining to get up. He limped on his left leg, almost falling. The nurse, Tyrika, and India all jumped to his much needed aid. “I said I got it!”
            Baby-D shook her head as she figured out what was going on. “He said he got it, let that nigga walk to the car,” she stated, watching her cousin struggled to a vehicle that was only a few feet away. India got the door for her boyfriend who dropped himself in the seat. The expression on his face wasn’t at all like it used to be. Trevor wore the same look he had when they first met. If India didn’t know any better, she would say he transgressed into a deep and bitter depression.

           

            When they reached Trevor’s home, Baby-D slid the car on the curb in front of their building. Heavy, Pit, and Thoro were chilling on the porch steps smoking. The three glanced up at the sight of the old caprice classic pulling next to them.

            Trevor shoved the car door open, fighting to get out by himself. India lingered behind in the seat. She was weary to help to her boyfriend. After seeing his actions and hearing the harshness in which he spoke, she didn’t want to further upset him. Heavy, Pit and Thoro all made way for Trevor to climb up the stairs.

            “Bruh, you straight?” Thoro asked, staring at his best friend. Trevor grabbed both side rails, using an excess amount of energy to drag his body up the stairs. It took him more than minutes just to reach the door, but no one said a word. They could all sense the menacing spirit that had found a home in his flesh.

            India came behind her troubled boyfriend, prepared to assist him in any way she could. The others stayed behind, lingering on the porch as Trevor fought his way up four flights of stairs. It truly pained India to see someone she cared so much for display such bitterness. The real question was what’s causing him to be resistant to help, especially at a time when he needed it most.

            Every time Trevor put his foot down on a step, he looked like he was about to fall. The veins in his arms were bulging out due to the high level of stress on his muscles. Thunderous agony beamed inside his torso from the holes that were still healing in his chest and abdomen. Trevor paused in the break of the stairway on the third floor, breathing hard. His eyes caught sight of the worry on India’s face, so he quickly shifted them elsewhere.

            “Take your time,” India gently stated, placing a warm hand on his shoulder. He exhaled lightly, ashamed at his own weakness. To make up for it, Trevor pulled himself on his feet and began prying his way through the last bit of stairs.

            By the time they reached his apartment complex, Trevor was completely out of breath. That bullet to the lung did more damage than he thought. He might have been cleared to leave the hospital, but the doctor had strictly ordered him from sustained movement and physical activity. It was deemed hazardous to his health and could slow the healing process. Unfortunately, Trevor was too hard headed to heed the advice of the wise.

            He jammed his room key in the lock and pushed open the door, falling on the floor in the process. India knelt down by him and grabbed his right arm gently, helping him up. His body was tense at first, but her touch seemed to relax him. By the time he got back on his feet, Trevor had cooled off. India escorted him to the couch and lay him down gently, taking a seat by his side.

            “You need anything?” she asked, propping his injured leg on the table in front of them.

            “No…” he said coldly. His eyes overflowed with hopelessness. India scooted closer to her boyfriend and carefully leaned on him. She rested her head on his shoulder, making sure to keep him comfortable.

            “Its gon’ be okay Trev,” she muttered, gazing at the floor with him. “Everything’s going to be just fine.”