Jesus is the Answer.

V.

London.

I woke up sweating. Also with a headache.

Christian's eyes lit up when he saw I was awake. He touched my forehead and scrunched up his face.

"I kno'. I'm sweatin'. But why?"

"Dese aparta' ya side effects."

"Ewh."

"Yeah." Right after he said that, the doctor came through the door.

"Good morning sweetie. How'd you sleep?" She asked, as she took the IVs out.

"Terra'ble. I feel s'nassy. Lih' all dis sweat. N' my head's a'poundin'."

She called a nurse in to give me my meds and lead me into the shower.

"I got dis." I said to her.

She laughed and left. "I know."

I took a shower and put lotion on. I wrapped my towel around me and sat on the toilet.

"CHRISTIAN."

He came in. "Yeah?"

"Whea' mah clothes at?"

"I'on." He said, as he left.

"Go ask a'nurseeee."

"Gotchu already."

He came back in with my sleepwear from last two nights and handed it to me.

"Fanks fraaaand."

"No prollem."

He walked back out and closed the door as I put the clothes on. I put my hair in a messy bun and left the bathroom. I hopped in the bed and crossed my legs, like criss-cross applesauce.

I patted the space in front of me for Christian to sit. He groaned, got up, and sat on the edge. I pulled him over to me. I got off the bed and took off his Timbs. He laid down, I got back in bed, and watched him fall asleep.

"Sleep's been da best frand since I been in dis hospital." I thought. I shrugged, wrapped my arms around his waist and dozed off.

+

I woke up about an hour later and heard Christian talking.

But he was sleeping.

Sleeptalking, I figured.

I reached for my phone and turned it on to record. I started recording and listened.

"Londeezy is mine. Best frands fo' lyfe. We've been through everything. Until she moved."

He snored a bit then continued.

"Her momma made ha' leave. Shit was all ha' fault."

He smacked on his lips and I scrunched my face.

"Made me an' ha' separate. I didn't think I'd see ha' again. But I did. And I ain't neva' gon' leave ha' side. Becuh' best frands supposed ta' stick togetha' foreva', like glue. An' Spongebob and Patrick. Dora an' boots. Lightyea' an' Woody. Bonnie n' Clyde. Peanut butta' and jelly. Buh' she hate 'em togetha'."

I laughed softly, so I wouldn't wake him up.

"Buh' da troof is, she mah baebae. I thought 'bout ha' all da time she was gone. I still think about ha' now. She mah baebaeee..." He trailed off, then went back to sleep.

I was flabbergasted. He was talking about me? Londeezy? Chrissy's best frand? Shiiiiit, turn da fuck up.

I turned off record and laughed to myself as I heard him shift. I looked up at him as he flashed a smile at me. He sat up as I laid on my back.

"How'd ya sleep?"

"Mo' lih' a nap, becuh' of ya snorin' an' talkin'."

"Please. I'on talk when I'm sleep."

"You wanna hea' it?"

"You recorded?" He looked astonished.

"Yeap. You kno' meh. Always twelve steps ahead of da game."

I played the memo and let him listen. During about half of it he told me to stop.

"Hell nah, da shits was cute as da fuck."

I continued to play it as he blushed throughout it.

"Nigga, ya can't hide ya blush at alllll." I said laughing.

He playfully hit me. "Mayne, whateva."

Okaaaaaay.
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