House Call

Chapter 27: Kill or Be Killed

Percy's POV

I woke up this morning feeling amazing, simply because I did in fact wake up, and that let me know that the possibilities were endless. I was laying on my right side, so I looked up at the wall to see that it was about 7:20 in the morning.  I stretched and then turned over to my left expecting to see Wyatt but instead I saw Reggie sitting in a chair, staring at me.

"Man, what the fuck are you doing in here, staring at me like a goddamn creep." I said practically screaming.

He leaned in closer to me so no one could hear what he was going to say. "Nigga, you'd best watch who the fuck you yelling at."

"Fuck you, ole punk ass bitch, aint nobody afraid of you. That's what you keep failing to realize."

He stood up and came next to the bed. "I didn't come here for all of that, I came to see how you were doing, that's all."

I rolled my eyes. "Well, you saw me, now get the fuck out and don't come back."

He started to walk towards the door. "Ok, but I'll see you very soon."

I sat up in bed, what exactly did that bullshit mean? One thing I know about this fool for sure, is that he is crazy as fuck and always has a motive and a plot up his sleeve. I grabbed my phone and called Wyatt to see where he was.

"Hey babe, you at the hospital yet?" I asked.

"Well good morning to you too lover, and yes, I am rounding in the NICU, and I'll be up there shortly."

That gave me some relief. "Ok cool, but hey, what you doing in the NICU, I thought your rotations were done?

"Oh God, I'm sorry I forgot to tell you yesterday. They are done, but umm.." He got quiet. "I passed my boards and got offered an attending position in the NICU."

"What!!! Damn, you go boy! Baby I am so proud of you, I knew you were gonna pass. You've worked so damn hard man. But you know, I gotta tap that ass for forgetting to tell me."

"Boy, I can't wait for you tap all of this, it's been way to long."

Something about the way he said that made my dick jump. "Damn, is that right? You miss daddy huh?"

I could tell he rolled his eyes and that made me smile. "Yeah I miss yo punk ass."

"Just wait until I get out this cast, it's on and popping."

He started laughing. "Fool you've got like 2 to 3 months of physical therapy, and they we call talk about getting anything popping. I'd be damned if you blow a rib out over some booty.

"Wait.... hold up, it's not just booty first of all, and secondly, that ass you've got on you is straight up crack to a nigga. So please pipe down with all that."

"Oh god... Goodbye Mr. Whitaker." he said.

"Goodbye Dr. Whitaker." I said smiling- dick still jumping.

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Wyatt's POV

I hung up the phone with crazy man and went back to what I was doing. I wasn't in the NICU, I was actually in the attending's lounge and going over the NDA Percy had signed. I found it last night when I was going through his things, but didn't really have the balls to tell him what I was dong until I was sure that I had a way out of this mess. After about an hour of reading his 100 page document as throughly as possible, my eyes began to twitch. I hated doing all this reading but I couldn't give up. Then I was reminded of the nights Tiffany and I used to sit up and study in med school, reading and reading, and yes, more reading. I had thought back to what Reggie had said yesterday about part of me wanted to reach out to her and see how she was doing, but my gut said "Hell No! That bitch is the enemy, and she deserves to be lynched for what she did.", so I held off and went back to reading. That was until the door opened and about 5 other doctors walked into the room.  You could tell they were on last night and were beat, so I grabbed my things and made my way out.