“Like I said, in the last year, no known drug use. I don’t know what type of dementia he has. But he sundowns, restless at night if I don’t tire him out,” Remedy shared.
“I’m sorry, I don’t have any spouse listed, are you his girlfriend?” the admin asked, pausing her tapping of the screen.
“What does it matter?” Remedy asked, brows furrowed.
The woman fixed her glasses and chuckled nervously. “Well, typically I can only talk to the patient or the family about health history. You’re not either.”
“She can speak for him,” Erys stated. “You can also put her down as an emergency contact too. Those two are best friends.”
“So as I was saying, he has hallucinations. Mostly in the afternoon. I would assume it’s Lewy Body dementia, but again, I can’t be sure,” Remedy shared.
The admin huffed. “Are you a medical professional?”
“N-no,” Remedy stammered. Erys spotted the sadness flash in her eyes. “I’m not, but I-”
“We should leave the medical diagnosis to the medical team. We’ll just skip over all of that for now. Alright, Mr. Moore, what do you like to do?” she questioned.
“I like ass. I like titties. I like pimping hoes. I like going to the strip club with Remedy. I like going to the diner with Remedy. I like watching TV with Remedy. If that ain’t on your funky ass list, I don’t know what to tell you. Unless you want to be one of my hoes. You got a smart ass mouth, I can find some use for it,” Ernie said with a pointed look. “Watch your fuckin’ mouth talking to her, hear me?”
She nodded. “Yes sir.”
“Apologize, bitch,” Ernie directed.
“Pops,” Erys spoke up.
Remedy looked at him. “We made a promise.”
Ernie huffed and rolled his eyes. “I know. But she’s running her mouth and you’re being soft.”
“I’m being nice,” Remedy exchanged.
“Don’t be fuckin’ nice. I told you about that. Be a fuckin’ gangsta. Tell that hoe she can kiss your ass. She’s probably mad because her ain’t shit nigga spends his money on you every week,” Ernie said, before looking at the admin’s face flush red.
Erys caught it too and muffled a laugh. Had he been anyone else, he would have spent his money on her too. He swiped his hand trying to rid himself of the image of her in the red outfit.
“Yeahhh, that’s what it is,” Ernie said chuckling, nudging Remedy with his elbow. “I told you. Men want a fantasy, not your stuck up ass. But then again, my son might like that shit. He’s a tight ass too. Muhfucka eats egg whites for breakfast. Who the fuck eats egg whites?”
“I get egg whites, Mr. Moore,” the admin commented.
Ernie clapped his hands. “Match made in hell. Y’all go talk about something boring and leave me and Rem alone. I’m tired and she hasn’t ate.”
“I’m married. No offense,” she said.
“Trust me, none taken,” Erys spoke, eyes back on his phone instead of staring at Remedy.
“I think I got everything I need for now. Typically, we suggest family and friends don’t visit for the first two weeks but this seems to be a special case,” she delivered, bouncing her eyes from Remedy to Ernie.
“You’re right. I’ll tear this muhfucka up. You wanna see?” Ernie asked.
“He won’t,” Erys said as she stood.
“I’ll check on you soon, Mr. Moore.”
“Please don’t. I don’t like your ass. Literally, I don’t like it, nothing is there,” Ernie muttered as he stood. “Son, you could’ve found some place where the women are worth a damn.”
Remedy tiredly shook her head. “You need a nap?”
“Yeah, all this bullshit down wore my nigga ass out,” Ernie huffed, removing his jacket and shoes. “Erys, take her to get something to eat and pay for it. Getting people fired and shit.”
