"Be by my side at all times."
Tuesdai.
The hospital waiting room was depressing. Sick people sat staring at the box TV in the upper corner of the room while my mind was on something other than the PBS station. I wanted to know why they brought him here even though they pronounced him dead on the way here. I wanted to know if he was dead or was this all some type of sick twisted joke that God wanted me to endure.
I sat patiently,tapping my foot to the rhythm of my heartbeat. I could hear it through the loudness of the hospital. I looked around wondering if someone was coming my way. I wanted to know if I was sitting here for good or bad news. It was as if my world was crashing down on shoulders and I couldn't lift it up any longer. I knew what I was doing was risky, but I stopped when I Rah came back into my life. He changed me and here I go messing up his life.
A short Asian woman came out looking for someone in particular. Her eyes landed on me and she gave me a weak smile as she walked toward me. I stood up out of manners and waited for her to get close. We shook hands. "You're Mrs. Carter right?" I shook my head not trusting my voice. She smiled sincerely. "Well Rahmell is alive." I almost fell to my knees from the shock. "How, how can that be?" I croaked out. "Well he was dead, but we used the Defibrillators on him and got a heartbeat." I smiled. "Now, right now he's asleep from the medication, but the bullets have been removed and his left leg is broken from the bullet, so he will need to go to therapy two times out of the week for the next two months."
I nodded my head eagerly while tears stained my face. "Thank you Doctor, thank you so much." She smiled. "No problem, I live for this, it was my pleasure." "Can I see him?" I asked. She nodded and told me to follow.
Once I was in his room, I heard the beeping noise of his heartbeat and smiled to myself. I sat in a chair located next to him and held his now warm hand. "Baby." I cried out. His grip got tighter. "You scared me Rahmell. I thought you were gone forever babe." I traced his lips with my index finger. "I was scared, but I never have up on you. Not once." I smiled at him as I watched him sleep.
"I'm not leaving your side either, I'll be here when you wake babe. I love you." I whispered as I carefully climbed into the uncomfortable bed and cuddled next to him.
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Tues, get up, I gotta pee." I heard his hoarse voice. I jumped up and looked at him as he shielded his eyes from the light. "Baby." I whispered. He nodded. "In the flesh." He grinned. I climbed on him kissing all over his face as he laughed. "Baby, I thought you were gone." I cried. He sat up with me still on his lap and wiped my tears. "I wouldn't leave you if I had the chance to babe." I smiled as he kissed my little belly. "Plus I gotta be here when lil mama make her entrance." I rolled my eyes. "How do you know it's a girl? I'm not even that far into my pregnancy."
"I just got a feeling." He shrugged."Now get up so I can go piss." I giggled forgetting I was probably sitting on his bladder. I got up and helped him up. "I don't need help Tues." He snapped. "Look down Rah?" He looked at the white cast that adorned his foot all the way up to his kneecap.He sighed as I helped him. I closed the door slightly and went to find a nurse. She went to get the doctor and I grabbed my spare toothbrush that I always carry with me.
"So when do I get to leave?" He asked as we both brushed our teeth. I gave him a disgusted look. "Not sure, but you have to start going to therapy for that leg." "Hell nah!" He yelled while toothpaste flew out of his mouth. "Spit the toothpaste out Rahmell, that's nasty! And you will be going." He looked at me as if I was crazy. "Like hell I am. I ain't handicap Tues." "Actually, you are, a little bit. You gotta get your strength back in your left leg Rah."
"Fine." He mumbled. He wiped the paste from his mouth and threw water on his face. "Fine, if this will get you off my back then fine." He held up his hands in surrender. I kissed his cheek and helped him walk back into the room where the doctor I spoke to was standing patiently. She smiled at both of us. "How are you guys this morning?" "Good." We said in unison. She nodded. "Alright Mr. Carter, from one to ten how bad is the pain?" She asked as he sat on the bed.
"Five, sixish." She wrote something down in her pad before looking back up at us. "That's normal to feel like this after the bullet and removing it. Does it feel a bit sore or is the pain something else?" "Just soreness Doc." She nodded. "Alright that's great. Well, it looks like you can go home today since it's nothing horrible going on with you." He nodded his head. "Thanks a lot." He shook her hand. "Don't remember, therapy starts next week. A nurse will be in here to give you the directions and your prescription." We nodded her head and watched as she walked out.
I laid my head on his chest as he rubbed my thigh. "I'm sorry."
He lifted my chin. "Don't be, that nigga ain't gon bother us again."
" I love you."
"I love you too Tues."
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Rah! Get your ass up and put on some clothes!" I yelled as I tried pulling the covers off of his body. He groaned. "Man Tues, I don't feel like doin' this shit." "I don't care what you feel like doing Rahmell, get up. Therapy starts in a hour and you need to take a shower." "Why?" He groaned. "I like the smell of pussy on my breath." I scrunched my face up and laughed. "You are so damn disgusting! He smiled and got up to try to kiss me. "Come on! You the only one I'm licking down there, come give daddy a kiss." I ran down the stairs as he chased after me.
"Rahmell! Stop! Okay, okay, enough!" I giggled as he kissed all over my face. He stopped and licked the side of my face. "I swear if I break out, I'm killing you!" I yelled as he raced up the stairs as fast as his leg would allow. "You love me guh!" He shouted. I sat on the floor shaking my head. "Unfortunately!" I yelled. He opened our bedroom door and put his hand on his hip while his toothbrush hung from his mouth.
"Don't play girl, you know you love all this caramel!" He shouted, rubbing his hand down his body and twerking. I rolled my eyes. "Hurry up! We gotta go stupid." He blew me a kiss and went back to what he was doing.
And to think I almost lost him.
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