This is hilarious, Devon thought, pressing his lips together in order to bury the laughter that was threatening to escape. He sat in one of the uncomfortable chairs in the waiting room of the local hospital, leg bouncing impatiently as his foot rocked on the marble floor. He wondered how much time they would have to stay here, since each passing second was just filling Devon's mind with even more amusement than ever before.
Unsurprisingly, the burly punch that Janet planted her boyfriend—or ex-boyfriend—appeared to be more serious than anyone was expecting. Julio was knocked out, and when blood started to form a puddle underneath his head a few seconds after he slapped the pavement, that's when Janet was knocked out of her angered cloud of rage.
She suddenly erupted with panic, mortified eyes still begrudgingly staring at the man that foolishly cheated on her, and she grew concerned. Devon and TJ had no choice but to take him to the hospital, Janet wildly exclaiming that she 'might have killed him'. So? Devon thought, you would've done the world a favour.
However, he never objected to her wishes on taking Julio to the hospital, since he could tell that she was plagued with so much fear. It wasn't necessarily fear for the fate of her ex-boyfriend, but more so the fear of possibly killing a man. Devon didn't want to admit it, but the thought of Janet hitting that man sohard that he literally dropped dead was more funny than he cared to admit.
So, as Janet sat next to him, chewing on her nails as she stared into space, he knew she couldn't wait any longer. TJ sat across from them, the hospital's waiting area completely empty at this time of the night, and the shorter man watched the anxious woman with some amusement of his own. It appeared that neither Devon orTJ couldn't help but find the entire situation hysterical.
"Calm down," Devon said in a level tone, his hand sliding onto Janet's bruised hand, her knuckles still red and tender from the vigorous punch she threw hours before. Her fingers curled around the arm rest with brewing apprehension, but the minute she felt Devon's larger hand slide over hers, she relaxed. "He ain't dead," Devon breathed out before he muttered under his breath: "Sadly."
However, Janet heard his soft remark, and her body twisted in her seat to face him. "This isn't funny Dev!" She exclaimed with a cracked voice, her face cut up with terror. However, Devon couldn't hide in his joy any longer, he simply couldn't—everything about this filled him with an overwhelming sense of pleasure. "It's a lil' funny," Devon murmured back, a lopsided smile spreading onto his smooth, ample lips.
TJ joined in, cracking a manic grin, the room filled with the echoes of their laughter. "Where did a girl like youlearn to hit like that?" TJ asked, scooting forward with interest, "You sent that nigga into another dimension." Janet narrowed her eyes at the shorter man, but even Devon could see that she too was trying to hide a smile. "I have six brothers, TJ," Janet replied.
