Nonetheless, I was comfortable, so that's all that mattered.
Reaching over the bed rail, I grabbed the Styrofoam cup full of ice water and gulped it down. The doctor recommended that I start hydrating myself after I declined an IV for it. I'd gulped my Hydrojug that was filled with Electrolit and coconut water. They'd been having a hard time finding my veins to draw blood since I'd gotten admitted.
"You shouldn't be that fuckin' thirsty," Syx's voice boomed throughout the room over the first episode of Bridgerton, blaring from the flatscreen.
I giggled just a tad as I caught myself from choking. "Shut up," I spat. "I thought you were sleeping. You have an ugly ass snore by the way."
Darting a side eye at him, he opened his eyes as I finished the last of my water. He had to be so uncomfortable sleeping in the chair. He looked way bigger than the chair, so I knew he had to be. His legs were gaped open as he leaned back hanging off the back of it.
"Tell me one person who doesn't know?" He challenged me.
"Me," I grinned as I adjusted myself back on the bed.
"Yeah, okay," he chortled sarcastically, while pulling his iPhone from his pocket. His thumb tapped on the screen before he put the phone into my view to show me a video.
My mouth gaped open in shock. "I know damn well you didn't!" Playfully, I reached and hit him on the side of his arm. It was a video of me snoring, sounding like a fucking cow, with my mouth open and slob running down my chin. "You need to delete that!"
"I'd rather not," he grinned. Before I could snatch it out of his hand, he pulled back quicker than I could and put it back in his pocket.
"You are so low down," I laughed.
"I had to humble you real quick, baby," he muttered before mocking me. "You have an ugly ass snore by the way." Then his deep, groggy voice came back. "I heard that shit all the way down the hall."
"I guess you can call it much needed rest."
"Yeah, if you say so."
There was awkward silence between us before we spoke at the same time, our voices stumbling over each other's. "Say what you was gon' say?" he said.
"No, you go ahead."
"I said, you should extend your stay." Syx straightened his posture and focused his gaze on me.
I gulped after releasing a shaky breath, because his demeanor was so different unlike the last time we had a face to face. He was likable then, so I was beginning to wonder if he had a split personality or something or just a bomb waiting to explode. Days ago, he gave me an ultimatum, which I didn't decipher on for more than a minute. The only thing that changed was me damn near killing myself.
"I don't know about that Syx." For a millisecond our eyes played ping pong until I couldn't hold our gaze and snatched myeyes away from his. The intense staring wasn't good for my soul right now. "Why not?"
"You know," my voice rose. "And I think you enjoy playing these childlike mind games more than you should. I confessed the way I felt about you, which turned you off and you told me I needed to get my shit together and make a decision. Now you're giving me an input on a decision that you told me to make, but instead, you're making it for me. What type of shit is that?"
"It ain't up to me though Nyne, cause at the end of the day, you're grown and you do what you want to do."
"You don't know whether you want me to stay or go?—"
"Like I said, baby?—"
"Quit calling me that," I spat irritably.
"The choice is yours at the end of the day, but the rules still stand, Nyne. I told you what it is from day one, and you still went against the grain and did what I told you not to do. Don't you think that's quite selfish ain't it?"
I scoffed at his audacity and if I had the energy, I'd take everything in the room and throw it at his head. I don't have time for this shit right now. As much as I want to, staying will only make it worse and I don't need to put a dent in my heart right now. Though, my heart was saying one thing, my pussy was saying something else. How can I balance all that shit at once, while fighting the way I feel about him at the same time. That shit ain't right.
"Fuck you Syx," I snapped, without an ounce of fear of what the consequences would be. "Fuck you, nigga!"
He'd been better off taking a knife and stabbing me in my chest, the way he was carrying on. I'm grown enough to accept rejection, but you can't force someone to love you back and that's what I'm doing wrong. I never should've allowed myself to cross those boundaries in the first place.
Chapter Ten
The doctor had cleared me to leave and for that much I was thankful for. I bit the bullet and got IV fluids. A pang of regret riddled through me because I should've accepted it in the first place when the doctor mentioned it, but I wanted to be hardheaded. Honestly, I didn't want them doing anything to me that I wasn't already doing back home, but I'll make sure to mention it to my doctor along with the vitamin D shot I'd been doing research on to replace my caffeine intake and ginger shots. The boost of energy came of nowhere which got me out of my funky mood.
