Paging Dr. Shakur... come in Dr. Shakur...
At the age of 25, Tupac Shakur is truly at the top of his field as the youngest doctor to date at the first Black-owned Hospital in America known as Mekka Creek where he's proven to have saved dozens of liv...
Fatima helped wheel her back to her room which was the only other place Aaliyah's eyes had seen all these months.
"I don't know how you do it," Fatima commented. The room was small and boxy and the objects inside made it no better. Since everything was plain, basic, and lifeless except the art on the ceiling. "When they gon let you come home?"
Harley took a much-needed seat off to the side as Fatima popped open the curtains letting in a bit of sunshine.
"Once I get better," Aaliyah repeated what's been told to her since she woke from a coma.
Fatima blew a breath, "shoot! When is that? cuz it's been months now. Don't you wanna go out just a lil bit? Anything is better than being cooped up here... like this."
Her words had reminded Aaliyah of her situation. And of it, she needed no reminder. Fatima wasn't trying to be malicious or hurt her friend though she just wanted her back to normal.
In her opinion, this hospital played a major role in her depressing mood.
"All that movement has me tired." Aaliyah moved her wheelchair over to the hospital bed to rest. "Maybe you two should get going..."
Little Harley's mouth dropped but she quickly accepted it and so did Fatima.
"Right!" Fatima said. "C'mon Harley let's let Aunt Liyah rest."
There was a bit of an attitude on her words as she watched Aaliyah struggle to climb into bed. Hearing Harley ask. "When is Aunt Liyah going to get better?" as they went out to the hallway stung in ways, she couldn't at first describe.
The next day, she had requested a mirror from one of the nurses who did a check-up. A request that didn't seem too outlandish to Nurse Furley. A middle-aged Asian woman with a smile as huge as the state of Texas. Which just so happened to be her hometown.
"There you go..." she handed over the hand mirror as Aaliyah took in, her wide-eyed reflection. "You look absolutely beautiful just need to let your hair down a bit." With that said the hair tie in Aaliyah's hair was gently removed as all of her thick dark shoulder-length hair fell.
Nurse Furley looked around for a brush once she found one. She put it through Aaliyah's head. It took her a while to get the hang of this. But before she or anyone else knew she was going through each tangle like a pro.
"Ow!"
"Stay still." She ordered. "I should have some makeup in my bag, I'll go get it." Nurse Furley notified before doing so. Aaliyah glared into the mirror then a small yet noticeable smile danced around her lips. A smile that showed all of her teeth.
Nurse Furley returned soon after and started on her makeup. When she looked up Tupac was in the doorway looking in. "How do I look?" Aaliyah questioned once her chair was spun around.
It took a while for him to answer as he took in the beauty seated before him. Always one to keep it professional he played cool. "Good." Although simple in its claims this made Aaliyah smile. "You should really get back to work though, Ms. Furley."
"Party pooper!" She sneered then started collecting her supplies.
"Thanks, again." Aaliyah smiled as Nurse Furley left them alone.
She grumbled something when she got to the hallway then started down the corner. Tupac went over to the heart monitor in the room. As Aaliyah gazed out the window, Spring was in full effect. And one final request burned at the edge of her tongue.
"Can I go outside to the garden?"
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