My Life.

𝑬𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔.

I received a phone call from Richard's doctor informing Richard wanted to see me. Still trying to gather my head as to what this weak son of a bitch would want to see me for? I replied I'd be over in a little bit, gathered his room number and hung up. I looked over at Noland to see him still sound asleep. I gently caressed his adorably structure face and kissed his cheek lightly. He's like my little big baby.
I quietly gathered up some clothes and took a quick shower. By the time I put my jeans on, Noland was waking up.
"Good morning baby. Where you goin?"
"I gotta call from his doctor saying he wanted to talk about his condition."
Noland sat up shirtless in the bed. It was hard to pay attention to the conversation we were trying to have.
"You want me to go with you?"
"Could you? I didn't want to wake you but didn't really wanna go by myself. I'll go in and talk to him but I gotta have backup in case his dumb ass tries something."
"Sure babe. Anything for you." He said as he got up and kissed me.
I watched him pick out a quick outfit and slip into the bathroom.
As the door closed, I heard my phone vibrate on the nightstand. I walked over to see who it was, and it was an unsaved number.
+17575678901: Your making a big mistake.
The text message had me confused. What mistake was I making? This sounds like something Richard would do. If this is your way of tryna' win me back, you are really puttin' up a pretty weak ass attempt.
I'll store it in my memory for later when I see his ass.
Just thinking he had something to do with this text had my blood boiling. Is this really his plan? To get my ass all riled up so I do something crazy. I'm not gonna fall for that. Wrong nigga, muthafucka.
Noland snatching the bathroom door open snapped me out of my anger filled thoughts.
"You ready to go bae? What's wrong?" He asked, noticing I was still sitting on the bed with my back to him. I decided not to tell him about the text message, even God knows it's not the right time for it.
"Nothing love." I simply respond. "Yes I'm ready, I already got the address, I'll drive."
"Cool with me." He said smiling as he tossed me the car keys.

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We crossed Victory Blvd, making a left to where the hospital was located. To think I'm really coming up here to see the nigga that just tried to take my life, with each passing second I'm still trying to wrap my mind around me saying yes to this.
We pulled up and parked as closest to the main entrance as possible.
Noland gave me a 'let's get this over with, and hopefully don't hurt the bitch even more' look. I nodded in silent agreement and got out of the car.
Once inside the hospital, we spoke to the receptionist.
"Hi, how you doin' today sweetheart?" I asked, as nice as I could. Part of me just wanted to skip all the petty formalities and get straight to what I came here for. If I even knew what the hell that was.
"I'm doing great, thanks for asking. How may I help you today?" She said with more cheer in her voice.
"I'm here to see a Richard Daniels."
The receptionist started typing on her computer, my guess was to see what room he was in or if he had been moved.
"Ahh, yes. Mr. Daniel's in room 113A, you bust this right down the hall it'll be your first door on the left."
"Thank you, sweetheart. You have a blessed rest of your day." I said, slipping my hand into Noland's.
"Your absolutely welcome, you gentlemen enjoy your day."
We walked right to where she said it would be. The closer I walked, the more I wanted to change my mind. I felt Noland squeeze my hand, signaling he must've thought the same thing.
"Listen, wait for me out here. He's restrained to the bed, so I'm sure his ass won't try no dumb shit."
"I'll knock in 10 minutes to check on you." He said, giving me a hug. We didn't want to bring our pieces with us, on the off chance the hospital might search us. Even though they are registered and legal, some places still don't necessarily authorize guns inside.
I knocked on the door and opened it without a response. Time was of the essence, and this nigga decided to demand me of mine.
"Look who finally showed up." Tae said, with a sarcastic smirk slid across his face.
"And look whose still in the hospital." I gave a shot back, cocking my head to the side and cheesing hard.
"I didn't call you here to play games."
"Then what the fuck did you request my presence for?"
"To talk."
I rolled my eyes, we're way past talking at this point if his dumb ass didn't realize.
"You've talked, pleaded, hollered, oh and let's not forget you SHOT too. Fortunately, your aim is like ya' dick game. Weak as hell. Get on with your pitch nigga. You got 10 minutes."
"I'm not signing the divorce papers."