“Gio, what the fuck are you trying to do?” he asked.
“I am trying to make her comfortable.”
“For what? Are you gonna let her go? What is the endgame with this shit?”
I paused for a second and took a deep breath. I was tired of it being a question about what the fuck I wanted.
“Islah just need some time. She is going to remember what we had and how I am the one for her.”
Carlos laughed under his breath.
“And what if she don’t? What if something crazy happen, like I don’t know…she has her own mind?”
I sucked my teeth and walked off from him.
“I don’t care about that. I’ma send you what I said.”
I lay back on the bed and looked at Carlos. He nodded and walked out the door, and I sent him a text of what shit to get for Islah, even included her favorite meal and some flowers.
A few minutes passed, and Islah was finally set up. She made herself a tray and brought over everything she needed, with some gloves on.
“Are you ready?” I asked her.
She nodded. “I have no choice, right?”
I laughed. “You are right. You don’t.”
She rolled her eyes and brought the light closer to her. She looked at the open wound on my legs and got as close as she could to it.
“Is there a bullet in there?” she asked.
“Yeah, get the shit out.”
Islah slightly looked up at me, then shook her head, looking back at the wound before reaching behind her, grabbing a bottle of alcohol. She took that bottle and squeezed it all into that damn hole, making me scream out in pain.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” I yelled out.
Islah tried hard to hold back her laugh, but she couldn’t.
“What do you mean? I had to clean the area.”
I stared at her for a long ass time, waiting for my heart rate to slow the fuck down.
“Don’t do that shit like that again!”
She smiled slightly and picked up the tweezers.
“Nigga, you asked me to do this, I didn’t want to.”
I lay back down, and she took the tweezers, digging them in the hole, making me clench the sheets in my hands. Every now and then, Islah would look up at me, but wouldn’t say anything to me.
“I miss feeling your touch,” I said softly.
She didn’t respond, just jabbed the tweezers in me deeper.
I don’t know how much time passed. I was too busy screaming for her to stop and clenching sheets, but after a while, she pulled two bullets outta me and stitched the hole up.
“Thank you, now get my niggas straight.”
