House Call

Chapter 23: It's Your Call Pt.2

Continued....

Dr. Bennett walked over to me and whispered. "Can you step outside with me for a moment son? These detectives need to speak with you for a moment." 

I agreed and followed him out of the room and down the hall into the conference room, the two detectives followed us and when we got into the room, one of them closed the door.

The Chief introduced us to one another, but when he looked at me seemed a bit hesitant. "Uh, Wyatt, this is Detective Lopez and Detective Sanders." He then looked at the two gentlemen. "And this is Dr. Wyatt Bradshaw, he is the fiance of Mr. Whitaker."

I shook each of their hands. They both seemed like normal detectives, liked their coffee black and didn't hang with their families; you could tell they were cold and firm, not much life to them. What had me really concerned was the need for them.

Sanders spoke up first. "Dr. Bradshaw, do you mind if I call you Wyatt?"

"Sure, I don't mind at all, but if you don't mind, I'd really like to get to the chase. I've got a fiancé in surgery and a stirred up family, I really need to be with them right now."

He smiled. "Completely understandable. We are here because we got a call from the Sheriff's department, the deputy who arrived on the scene feels as though that the accident was indeed no accident at all. From what we're seeing, it seemed as if your fiancé deliberately caused the accident."

Trying to keep myself from getting angry, and keeping in mind that they don't know Percy, I spoke when I got myself under control. "Based off of what exactly?"

"Based off his seat belt being off, and the emergency break being pulled on a freeway. We are waiting on the toxicology report to come back to ensure that he wasn't under the influence of any substances."

I wasn't even upset anymore, everywhere I turned there was someone pinning some shit on Percy, also meaning there was someone trying to cover some shit up.  "Help me understand something, are you saying you think he'd try to kill himself and Dr. Green? What do you have to piece together this type of story?"

Bennett put his hand on my shoulder. "Calm down Dr. Bradshaw. I understand how you feel, but have all the information before you make a decision to be angry.

He's been talking me the since the day I met him. He always says: "Have all the information, every single detail you need to know before your scalpel makes contact with the skin." It's been the best advice id ever gotten as a doctor.

This time Lopez spoke up. "We did a little digging into the background of Whitaker and Green, and it seems as if they were close at some point. Very close. It appears that we may have had an intimate relationship when she first arrived here and they met."

"What?!?! That's it, I'm done here with Rocky and Bullwinkle. Do me a favor, find me two people who actually know how to do detective work and come up with accurate information. Do you two think that neither one of them would have told me that from the beginning. Percy is a lot of things, but he's no liar. He's a horrible decorator or rememberer of birthdays, but he will bluntly tell you the truth before he lies, and Tiffany has been my best friend for over 10 years. The bonds I have with these two are deeper than anything you two can imagine. So excuse me, I have real issues to get to.

Sanders threw his hands up and moved aside. "That's fine Wyatt, but we still are going to get those toxicology records and once he gets out of surgery he will be detained. He is now apart of an investigation, ad if he's found guilty, he will be arrested and taken to jail and looked after by the physician there.

"I will never let that happen. Mark my words. He's not going anywhere."

I walked out of the room mad as fuck. How the fuck did they expect me to believe some bullshit like that? I mean, I know they hung out all the time before I arrived, but they never mentioned anything about fucking around. There was only two people who could tell me, but the only one I knew I could trust was Percy.

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It had been eight hours after surgery and Percy was in ICU under observation, still not awake but stable. They were only letting 3 people in at a time to see him, so I let all the family go and be with him before me so they could head back to my house and I'd stay here with my baby. The conversation with those whack ass detectives had me on a slight edge, I didn't trust anyone at this point. My best friend is lying to me, the cops trying to call him a murderer and hell, and I was just hoping to God that he woke up soon. I was sitting at the nurses station watching his vitals on the monitor and looking in the room at the same time; tired as hell, but still holding on the faith and little energy I had, praying that God didn't put this man in my life to just have him ripped away from me so suddenly. I'm not perfect, and I probably don't deserve the love Percy and I share, but I'd be damned if I just let it out of my life with a fight. I was staring at the monitor looking for a change in his rhythm when Terry interrupted my thoughts.

"You don't see me standing here?" he asked.

I looked up, halfway shaken up. "Man I didn't even see you. I'm so tired right now."

"I can tell. You're being so strong and he'd be so proud of you right now. I know you're tired and just as scared as the rest of us, you have been the rock for the family today; basically what I'm trying to say is we love and appreciate you man, and when that fool wakes up, we got a whole wedding to plan. So don't give up and don't let in. Remember that everyone in that room is here for you too."

I couldn't even help it any further, I was in tears. I mean yah boy broke down and was sobbing, trying not be loud and putting my head in my lap, but Terry walked around the desk and picked me up in a flash and held me tight. I cried like a big ass baby in his arms and he just let me get it all out. Most would think he was just a big ass clown because he's always joking, but he was honestly a gentle guy. I couldn't be more happier to be a member of this family. 
I had never felt this type of love before, not from anyone other than my grandfather. 

When I was done he sat me down and went to grab me some tissues. I took some from him and wiped my eyes and blew my nose. I looked up at him and he was looking at me like I was disgusting. I laughed.

"Don't look at me like that!

He chuckled himself. "You look like a big ass rugrat."

"Haha, you got jokes."

He handed me more tissues and then looked back at all the family by the room, going in only a few at a time. "Look, I'm going to suggest something, and I know you're going to say no."

I eyed him like he was crazy and I could just about guess what he had up his sleeve. At first I thought "This nigga trying to get some booty!". And then I thought. "Percy must have told him how good the head is, and this fool trying to take the opportunity to get some?!?!?!?". 

I know crazy right?? 

But he looked at me. " Let me stay here with him and you can go home and get some sleep with the rest of the family."

I was shaking my head no so fast, I thought my head was going to come off. "No Terry, I am not leaving him. I am not going anywhere."

"Wyatt at least go home and take a shower, you got off a flight and came straight home and then came straight here to deliver a baby."

He was right but I was scared. I knew there was some shit going on in the background, but I couldn't get my hand on exactly what it was. But I  did agree that I needed some rest, I needed to be at my best for when he woke up. 

He sat down in the chair next to me. "What is it? Are you afraid that i'm incapable of taking care of a  patient, I am a Nurse Practitioner, you remember that right?"

I had to smile and side eye him all at the same damn time. "Alright Terry, I'll go." I pointed at him. "But if anything happens to him, ima whoop-yo-black-ass."

He put his hands up. "Hey, say no more. I got it." 

Leaving him was hard as fuck, I felt wrong and guilty, but I had to take care of me in order to take care of my family and my patients. The drive home was long because I took my time, and being in his truck really didn't help concentrate much either. I left the rest of the family to be with him as much as they could because some of them had to return home and get back to work. I took a long shower and then got in bed, I laid on his side just so I could smell his scent. I laid there trying to relax but there was a feeling in the pit of my stomach, telling me the bullshit was only about to get crazier.