Chris and Kamaal

Chapter 41: Three Legged Race

Chris and Kamaal 2.18: Three Legged Race 

*Chris's POV*

I rush through the double doors of the emergency room. My emotions are all over the place. I'm sad, I'm concerned, I'm furious, I'm just a wreck. I speed walk to the receptionist and ask for Kamaal's room. Trey walks behind me trying to catch up.

"Can you give me Kamaal Jacobs room number please?"

The receptionist seems like she had an attitude with me. She sighed out loud, and tapped her pen against the desk as she slowly searches for Kamaal's information. I become very impatient at this point.

"Chris, relax." Trey says as he grabs my shoulder

"You want me to relax when my boyfriend's ankle is twisted up like an Auntie Anne's pretzel?"

"Chris, you're upset, just go have a seat and let me handle this."

"NO!!! I'm not going anywhere until she gives me the information that looking for!!!"

The receptionist looks up and me and clears her throat. Trey winks at her and pulls me into the waiting room to sit down. I continue to talk shit as Trey walks me to the waiting area. Everyone looks up at me.

I mean damn, how long does it take to find a damn name? What kinda shit is this?" 

Trey shakes his head in embarrassment as one person in the waiting room shushes me and rolls his eyes. My reflexes tell me to snap. 

"And who the hell are you shushing? Bitch freedom of speech is in the amendments so I'm gonna be as loud as I want. Trey, has she found out where the hell my baby is?"

Trey laughs a little bit as a security guard comes over to us.

"Is there a problem here sir?"

"Nah, do you have a problem sir?" I say to the security guard.

"Excuse him, his boyfriend is back there and they haven't given us any info yet. He's a little upset."

"Well he's gonna have to keep it down, or he will have to leave the area."

"The next person who tells me to shutup, I'm going ham. Lets see how you feel when I shove that flashlight halfway-"

Trey covers my mouth and handles the situation.

"He'll be alright officer."

The rent a cop walks away and I bite Trey on his hand.

"Nigga don't put your hand on my mouth like that!!!"

"Bruh I had to!!! You was goin hard!!"

"Well what do you expect me to do, sit here and twiddle my thumbs

"Ohhh, that attitude is comin out of you!!! I love it!!!" Trey says as he laughs.

Trey and I continue talking shit as Kamaal's mother walks in. I get up and hug her.

"Oh my god, how is he? What happened? Is everything ok? Boy why are you shaking?"

"We don't know anything yet. I'm just mad because I had to spaz on the receptionist and the security officer, and that bitch over there for telling me to shutup. Excuse my language."

"That mouth of yours is nasty!!! Let me go handle this. You and Trey have a seat."

Ms. Yolanda flips her scarf over her neck and makes her way to the receptionist area. A few seconds later I hear Ms. Yolanda yelling at the receptionist. Clearly she is not focused on her job.