Sick of sleeping uncomfortably.
Sick of not being able to move the way I want.
And definitely sick of needing help doing simple shit.
The doctor gave me another appointment for next month, and after that, we finally left.
As soon as we got to the car, Sianni did that little shit she always did—opening my door for me like I was fragile or something. Usually, I would’ve said something slick, but this time I ain’t even have the energy. I just got in.
She went around to the driver’s side, slid into the seat, and pulled out of the parking lot.
The ride stayed quiet.
Not awkward.
Just… heavy.
Too much shit was running through my head.
About thirty, maybe forty minutes later, she pulled up to this little hole-in-the-wall diner. She got out first, came around, and helped me out of the car before we headed inside.
I wasn’t even hungry like that, but I already knew she was finna make me eat something anyway.
“Kyrie, you do know a month ain’t that bad, right?” Sianni asked once we got seated at the table.
I leaned back in my chair, adjusting my sling a little before exhaling through my nose. “Yeah, I know, but damn, this shit got a nigga miserable.”
And it did. I was used to moving how I wanted, when I wanted. Now, every little thing felt limited. Shit was irritating.
“I know,” she replied softly. “But if you keep doing what you supposed to do, you’ll heal faster.”
“Yeah,” I muttered, nodding even though I really wasn’t trying to hear that shit right now.
Not because she was wrong; she wasn’t. I just hated feeling slowed down.
My eyes drifted over her face while she looked down at the menu, all calm and unbothered like she ain’t been driving me crazy for the past few days. The little gloss on her lips caught my attention first, then the way her fingers kept tapping on the menu.
Her cute ass. I dragged my tongue across my bottom lip before looking away, leaning back further in my seat.
“Besides,” she added, glancing up at me, “you hardheaded. If they told you six weeks, you probably gon’ try to be back moving in two.”
A laugh slipped outta me. “And?”
Her eyes rolled instantly. “Kyrie.”
“What?” I smirked. “A nigga got shit to do.”
“Mhm,” she hummed, giving me another look over the top of her menu. “And that’s exactly why yo’ ass gotta wait a month.”
I laughed again, shaking my head, but my eyes stayed on her a little longer.
She was getting comfortable around me, and I liked it. The waiter came over, took our orders, and finally walked off. As soon as she disappeared, Sianni looked back down at her phone for a second before shaking her head.
“You really embarrassed that doctor.”
A grin pulled at my mouth instantly. “Man, that nigga was damn near trying to detach my arm.”
“Kyrie, you cussed that man out.”
