While they soaked, I searched up her disease. “Fibromyalgia isa long-term chronic condition characterized by widespread pain, fatigue, and other symptoms,” I read aloud.Damn, so she really is down for the count.
“Black!” she called out for me catching me by surprise. I momentarily forgot this was her crib and her special needs ass required assistance.
I made my way to her bedroom, and she’d managed to sit up a little. She looked so helpless; it wasn’t even funny. I couldn’t even crack a joke at her.
“What?” I asked annoyed. All that calling me was gon’ work my nerve.
“Can you get my meds out the medicine cabinet in the bathroom and bring them here?”
“Oh, now you need me. I thought you wanted me to leave you alone and get out,” I said mocking what she told me moments ago.
She sat there with her eyes closed and tears streaming down her face. I wasn’t even ‘bout to continue to give her hell. She was suffering enough. I checked each door I came across until I reached her bathroom. There was no medicine cabinet, so I assumed the large mirrors that sat over her sink opened. I pressed the middle one and it popped out. She was too uppity for me.
“Aye, you got fifty’leven pill bottles in this muthafucka. Which one you want Walgreens?” I shouted over my shoulder.
“The pregabalins.”
I went through each one until I found it. I rinsed out the glass that sat along the sink filling it with water afterward. Exiting the bathroom, I was starting to feel like a caregiver in this bitch. I ain’t like that shit. “I got to help you take it, too?”
“If you don’t mind?”
“I do mind… actually, but it ain’t like I got a fuckin’ choice right now. You stiff as a muthafuckin’ slack right now. You look like Regis Gilbin if I’m being real,” I jested.
“Who?” she questioned like she ain’t know who the fuck I was talking ‘bout.
“The nigga from Clarence.”
“From who?”
“Aye, how old you is, shawty?” She was starting to get on my nerves acting like she ain’t know shit for real.
“Thirty in a few months.”
“Damn! I done fucked around and pulled a gun on somebody grandma. OG really ain’t fuckin’ with me now. How long this fibro shit supposed to last?”
“You need to get the fuck out my house. Like, right now.”
“I already told you what was up, and I ain’t repeating myself. Here,” I said extending the pill that sat in the top in her direction.
“I need two.” I dropped another one in there and shoved it back in her face.
She sat upright at a slow pace expressing pain all over her face. She opened her mouth, and I tossed them bitches in there. I assisted her with the water afterward. Apparently, I gave her too much at a time because she was making a muffling sound for me to stop as some of it dripped down her chin, wetting her shirt.
“My fault. I don’t usually deal with special muthafuckas.”
“Thank you,” she said rolling her eyes.
“What you need from a nigga now? I ain’t ‘bout to be rippin’ and runnin’ ‘round here like I’m some damn maid.”
“Nothing, Black. I don’t need shit else from you.”
I put her pills on the nightstand she had beside her bed and walked out. It wasn’t shit she could do other than watch tv. She better had busied herself ‘cause I was damn sure ‘bout to do it for myself. Once I got back downstairs, I pulled out my cell and turned on the tv downstairs. I needed to check in with Twenty-One as well as check the news.
Ace number was dialed, and he answered after the first ring. A nigga couldn’t get a word in before he was hollerin’ through the speaker. “Nigga you good?”
“Boy, I’m slick as oil. You better know I got the hell up out of there. I am caught the fuck up though. The whip I tried to lay low in belonged to this bad as crippled bitch. I’m at her shit right now.”
“Nigga what? You kidnapped a cripple bitch? I know that ain’t what the fuck I just heard,” he said questioning what I let fly.
