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...
"Hey, mom, it's Aaliyah again." She held the phone close to her ear. "You were supposed to pick me up from the hospital today remember?" She watched cars disappear one by one out of the parking lot outside of her room window. "Where are you? I've been waiting all day..."
This was her fifth time calling without an answer. Aaliyah leaned onto the bed and grabbed her favorite plushie from her bag. Cuddling it close while she peered out of the window.
Rain droplets begin to fall. Smacking against the windowpane as the sky soon went dark gray and lightning followed.
She wondered what was taken Belinda so long. But knowing her the way she did it was most likely her demanding job. Belinda's career had always come first to everything else. Aaliyah assumed too fast that her injury would change this and was proven wrong.
She wiped away a fallen tear as a knock struck the door. Before she could ask who was there. Tupac drew near with a wrapped fruit parfait. "I got you a snack."
Her hands went over her eyes as she hurriedly dried them from any evidence of crying then sat up. He proceeded closer to help and took a seat beside her on the bed.
"Thanks..." She took the treat. "You're probably wondering why I'm still here, right?"
"Not really." Tupac removed the plastic from a spoon. "There you go..."
She grinned. "My bad then I was going to s-"
"I wouldn't mind knowing it's just that I wasn't thinking of it at that moment."
"Truly I don't even know where to start." She confessed then took a spoon of fruit parfait. "She does this all the time so it's nothing new I should be used to it now because..."
"You've been through it so much. And for that reason, you know deep down that it shouldn't, but it still hurts because no matter how many second chances you give none of it will change her." He finished the sentence. "Yeah, I've been there."
All she could do was stare at him, dumbfounded. It was as if he took one of those surgical tools and cut into her brain revealing all of her deepest most hidden thoughts.
How though?
She looked away and ate another spoonful of the fruit parfait. The only other person who had been able to relate to her on this level was buried 6-feet under. Out of the corner of her eyes, she found Tupac staring with those bedroom eyes of his.
Aaliyah turned and their lips locked.
What was awkward soon became filled with so much passion. She wanted more. His plump mouth only enticed her and vice versa. The white coat was ripped away as he then undid the buttons to his button-up while she worked at his belt buckle. Then her gown and underwear were next.
His kisses trailed down her neck as her eyes rolled back in sheer ecstasy.
She held her mouth slightly open as he went down. Moaning reached the ceiling and woke some patients in the next room. Aaliyah clutched the bedsheet calling out for him to continue what he had started. He was no longer Dr. Shakur or even Tupac in the midst of lovemaking. But 'baby' as she repeated so fiendishly.
Daring to get louder as he eased inside of her.
"O-oh baby!" She hummed into his ear with each thrust
she became his and only his.
As if it was meant to be all along.
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