“You have work to do at Crown Heights,” he challenged.
“We’re ahead of the curve. Laila and Denise are in place. I’m focused on getting the boss better.”
He chuckled. “Sounds like you’re the boss.”
I laughed. “And is. I have Zofran in my bag. You will be taking that too.”
After that, he gave me no more lip and let me take care of him…
V Saint
“The woman I obsessed with stayed beside me at my worst and still chose me.”
It had been close to twenty-four hours since Sade had been in my presence, and she was settling my mind just lying at the foot of the bed. She was watching TV and making sure I didn’t smoke. She was like a little guard dog.
But I was still sick. The Zofran she gave me helped for a few hours, then it was back to head in trash can. So, I texted Vanessa and told her to send the doctor. I was exhausted, antsy, and losing weight. I needed something to get me to sleep and eat.
About an hour later, there was a knock on the suite door.
Sade looked over at me. “That’s probably them.”
I nodded and leaned my head back against the chair while she went to open the door.
Vanessa walked in first, carrying her purse and a smoothie. She looked at Sade and then looked over at me with a smirk.
I already knew what that look meant.Nigga how you pull this off?
I looked back at her like:Because of your big ass mouth talking about me in front of everybody.
Vanessa tried not to laugh while the doctor walked in behind her with his bag and a nurse. My sister and I connected so much that we could damn near read each other’s minds and knew each other’s facial expressions.
My mother came in last, and her face changed immediately.
“Oh, baby…”
“I’m alive, ma, I don't need no sympathy,” I told her.
“Barely,” Vanessa said under her breath.
Sade stepped aside while the doctor started setting things up.
My mother looked over at Sade. “And who is this pretty girl?”
I looked at Sade for a second before answering. “My friend. She been helping me stop smoking.”
My mother smiled immediately. “Well, thank God for you then, cause this hard-headed boy doesn’t listen to anybody.”
Sade smiled politely. “I’m trying, but he ain’t listening.”
The doctor sat beside me, checking my vitals.
“Are you still throwing up?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“You smoke today?”
I looked away.
