“Wassup?” I nodded.
“How you been feeling?” he asked, pulling his chair closer.
“I’m straight, but I’d be a whole lot better if I could get this shit off my arm,” I replied, glancing down at the sling.
He laughed a little. “I hear you. Let me take a look at it.”
I ain’t say nothing else. Sianni helped me ease my arm out the sling, and as soon as the doctor started touching around on it, my jaw tightened. At first, I tried to let him do his job, but thenthis nigga started pressing and pulling on my shit like he was trying to detach my damn arm.
“Aye, man, chill the fuck out!” I snapped, jerking back a little. “Damn.”
The doctor looked up quickly, eyes wide as hell. “Oh, my—I’m sorry, Mr. Maddox. I didn’t realize I was hurting you.”
“Nigga, how the fuck you ain’t realize it?” I shot back, staring at him. “You yanking on my shit like you lost yo’ fuckin’ mind.”
Beside me, Sianni sucked her teeth, fighting back a laugh.
The doctor cleared his throat awkwardly before adjusting his glasses. “Again, I apologize. I’m trying to make sure everything is healing properly.”
“Yeah, well, make sure a little softer,” I muttered, flexing my fingers once the throbbing eased up a little. “Damn near sent me back to the hospital.”
“Again, I’m sorry,” the doctor said.
“My nigga, sorry ain’t gon’ change the fact that you damn near tried to rip my arm out the socket.”
He pressed his lips together for a second before nodding. “I understand, but even though you’re healing well, I still think you need to keep the sling on a little longer.”
“A little longer?” I sized his ass up. “Nigga, I need this shit off now. This shit is hindering me from playing football and fucking my girl. I mean, yeah, I hit with one arm already, but damn…” I shook my head. “I’m trying to really get up in that shit. You know what I’m saying?”
The nigga turned red instantly.
I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Kyrie, really?” Sianni muttered beside me, shaking her head.
“Yes, really,” I replied, looking over at her before turning back to the doctor. “Football is my life, and now I’m sitting herein this damn sling because of a pussy ass nigga. I’m trying to get back right before the season starts.”
“And you will, Mr. Maddox,” he replied quickly. “We’re just trying to make sure everything heals properly.”
“Bet,” I muttered. “So, how long I gotta deal with this shit?”
“No longer than a month.”
“A month?” I stared at him. “Man, hell naw.”
“Yes, sir,” he replied calmly. “And after that, you’ll start rehab.”
I leaned my head back and sucked my teeth. This shit had to be a joke. A whole month in this damn sling was not what I was trying to hear, and honestly, a nigga was getting tired of this shit.
“Whatever, man. We done here?” I asked, already sliding off the bed.
“Yes.” He nodded.
I ain’t say nothing else after that. I just stood there while Sianni fixed my arm back in the sling, her fingers careful as she adjusted it. My jaw tightened a little while I watched her.
I was sick of this shit.
Sick of washing with one hand.
