In Search Of - A Childish Gambino story

Chapter 6 part two

Donald

I sighed and closed the hospital room door behind me. Yet another belonging to one of the many fans injured at my concert. Some were in the critical unit so I couldn’t even see them. They were dying.

The hospital had given me special clearance to visit my fans even though I wasn’t family by any means. But I was hurting right there with them.

I guess that applied to everyone but Zendaya. She was definitely family, she always would be. Fuck, Andrea was going to kill me..

“Donald…Donald!” she squealed as I pushed her higher and higher on the swings.

I loved watching her long curls whirl about in the wind. The way she threw her head back and laughed so lightheartedly.

“Stop pushing me so high!” she yelled down to me, her back almost parallel to the ground by now.

“Don’t worry, I got you,” I laughed and continued to push her defiantly.

“You’re trying to kill me,” her voice went from loud to soft, like the Doppler Effect, as she whizzed past me.

Once she was all the way up in the air I stood in front of the swing’s path, my hands in front of me to brace the impact. Her eyes grew scary big.

“Donald, get out of the-“

Her body and the swing came crashing into me. I started skidding backwards through the woodchips, attempting to keep my balance. Any hope of that was lost as soon as Andrea’s ass left that damn swing seat and came cascading towards me at full speed.

I wrapped my arms around her quickly, pulled her in as closely as possible, and tucked my head in to prepare for the world of pain I was about to be in.

We landed, or rather I landed, on my back on the unforgiving woodchips. Andrea was safely on top of me.

“What the fuck was that for??” she yelled, hastily removing herself from my grip and standing up to brush woodchips off of her jeans.

I propped myself up and squinted at her silhouette outlined in the bright California sun.

“Just wanted to prove to you that you can trust me, always.”

Silence.

“Come on, let’s go,” she finally let out, turning on her heel and walking away, “we’re too old to be on this playground in the first place.”

“Donald…?” Jhene’s soft voice broke through my thoughts. I looked up at her slowly, suddenly realizing that I had planted my forehead against the hallway wall. Who knows how long I had been there mentally reprimanding myself.

A small face shrouded in bouncing curls fully broke me from my confused trance. Namiko watched me carefully from the safety of Jhene’s legs.

“Wow, had I known I’d be in the presence of royalty today, I would’ve at least taken a shower first,” I crouched down in front of Jhene’s daughter while trying to muster my friendliest smile.

Nami grinned from ear to ear and looked up at Jhene.

“I like this one mommy, you should keep him.”

“Ooooookay, back to the waiting room with auntie for you,” Jhene playfully pinched Nami’s cheek, her own turning burning bright red.

“I’m glad I’ve met your standards,” I lifted my hand up to hi-five her, but she returned my offer with a fist ready to dap me up. I shot Jhene a surprised look.