In The Mix With A Prostitute (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 16 Letting Go

Ray Ray's P O.V.

I finished the rest of the way to the hospital by bus. My feet started hurting and dragging all my stuff around made it worse. I walked inside and set my bags down somewhere and went up to the receptionist. "Hi, I'm looking for Craig Crippen, Jr."

"Hello, doll. Just give me one moment, please," the lady spoke in a southern accent. She typed on her computer to look up where he is. "He is in ICU room number 237. You can go visit, but when you get up there go to another person at the front desk. Tell them who you are looking for and they'll show you the way."

"Okay, oh and can you watch my stuff while I'm up there?"

"Oh sure, sweetie. Bring your stuff right behind this desk and I'll make sure no one gets to it," she said as she beamed a smile.

"Thank you miss..." I trailed off trying to get her name.

"Nurse Woodland," she said holding out her hand. I shook her hand and thanked her. I brought my stuff behind the desk and started walking towards the elevators. The elevator stopped on the second floor and I walked down the hall to the ICU section of the floor. When I got there I went up to the front desk like Nurse Woodland said and a tall, dark chocolate man in blue scrubs came to help me.

"Hi, how can I help you?" the man asked me. He was fine, but I'm not that attracted to him.

"I'm looking for Craig Crippen, Jr."

"Oh yes, room 237. Let me show so I can also explain the rules." We both walked down the hall to Prod's room, which wasn't a very long walk. When we got there I looked in the room and saw him hooked up to all these machines and wires going in and out of his body. He wasn't awake so I felt like I would be talking to a brick wall, but yet the TV was on. "Okay now let me explain. Now when you first walk in, there's a little pump right over here to wash your hands when you walk in. Second, the patient is sleep due to him having surgery just two hours ago. We removed the bullets so right now he's resting so you have to keep quiet and remain calm. I see you have no flowers, cameras, a cell phone, or any food or drink on you so you're good. Oh and last, don't touch the patient because he can feel who you are and that could raise his heart rate depending on who you are. That's all the rules and if you have anymore questions ask for me, Dr. White."

"Thank you, Dr. White." He said you're welcome and walked off leaving me alone. I entered into Prod's room and used the little pump and sat down in one of the chairs. I didn't really stare at him, more at the television that was showing a lady who looked Chinese talking to who looked like Isaiah Washington. Looking at Prodigy made me feel more guilty about what I put him through. He said I put some action in his life because he needed it, but I think I put in too much. That should be me laying up in the hospital bed, not him. I felt hot tears coming down my cheeks again. Great, more crying, but I need to let it all out.

"Hey, are you okay?" I hear a voice say. I look towards the door to see Dr. White standing in the doorway. The floor was barely full of visitors and patients so I see why would check up on me more.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just a little emotional right now." He came into the room a little more and used the pump on the wall and then handed me some tissue. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. So is Mr. Crippen here your boyfriend or husband?" Dr. White asked me. I thought he was trying to get with me so I looked at his hand and saw his wedding ring. As far as the question, I really didn't know what to say because even though we fucked around like rabbits, we still had feelings for each other, but we never officially got together.

"No, we're just great friends." He nods his head as a response to my answer. We sit in silence for a few more minutes until I remember that I'm here to say goodbye. It would be weird to talk to a person who's not moving or can't hear and it would be even more crazy to talk out loud to where everyone around me can hear. "Dr. White, is there a pen or pencil and some paper in here I can use?"

"There's a notepad and a pen right over here," he said moving away from the desk to reveal what I needed. He grabbed the pen and paper and gave it to me. I thanked him and he left out the room. I started writing down what I felt, but it felt as if I was writing a suicide letter. I don't mean to leave him, but I can't take it in New York anymore. I need to get a fresh start somewhere else.

I was done writing and folded up the paper. Before I left out the room I walked up to Prod's body. "I still love you," I whispered to him. I saw a teardrop fall on the bed sheets. I got out of there quickly before I got worse. I stopped by the front desk right quick to talk to Dr. White. "Dr. White, can you give this to Mr. Crippen when he recovers?"

"Yeah sure. You have to be somewhere?" he asked me as he took the note.

"Yes I do and I really have to get going." I don't have to rush, I just want to get out of here and see when does the next train leave to Miami.

"Well it was nice meeting you, Rayan. Be careful out there." I said goodbye to him and made my way back down to the front of the hospital. Nurse Woodland was still there and she gave me all my things. Before I left she asked if she could call a taxi for me. I said yes and a few minutes later the taxi came and I hopped in, putting my things in first.

"Where to?" the Arabian accented taxi driver asked.

"The Amtrak Station on 31st street, please?" The drive only took about twenty minutes. I paid him and got out the taxi heading towards the ticket booth. I went up the woman in the window and asked when the next train to Miami was.

"The next train doesn't come for another ten minutes. You can buy a ticket and then just wait over there by those benches." I took her up on the offer and paid for the ticket. I walked over and sat down on one of the benches. There wasn't many people here, only like ten people. Ten minutes later like the ticket lady said the train came.

"All aboard to Miami!" The engineer yelled out. I got up and grabbed my things and headed towards him. "Ah, welcome to the Amtrak train to Miami. Do you have your ticket?" I gave him my ticket for approval. He nodded his head and then started grabbing my things to throw on the train. I kept the bag that had the money and clothes in it. I would keep it very close to me because I never know. I hopped on the train in a window seat in the coach box part of the train. I looked out the window at New York one last time. I will always love my hometown despite the bad times, but I need a redo on my life. I'm only twenty-one years old, I still have my whole life ahead of me. "Last call for Miami! Last call for Miami!" It was only me, a Caucasion lady and another black guy in this part of the train.

Nobody else came on. Finally the train started moving. It started off slow and then started increasing speed. I looked out the window and the view of Manhattan looked blurred. Even though I'm going to miss the sites, the people I've came to known and more, I felt like I was letting go of the past. And letting go never felt so good.

So before you guys jump to 'Oh yay the book is over, ready for the sequel' or 'When is the sequel coming?' stuff like that, there's still an epilogue to go and some back stories then that's it. I admit I have started on the sequel already. I hope you guys are excited about this.

On another note, did anyone else think about the Frozen song Let it Go when you read the chapter or is it just me? I don't know. Well the epilogue should come out soon. So as I always say:

Vote, comment, spread something (anything but STDs), let it gooooo let it gooooo, and DEUCES!!!