Page 10 of Girl, We Go Together
I unzipped my duffel bag and saw that my clothes were folded inside. I thought he would have just snatched things out of the drawers and closets and tossed them into these bags. He cared enough to put my things in my bags neatly, and that spoke volumes. I wasn’t too sure who raised him, but they did the damn thing. After laying out a cream cotton two-piece pajama set with black hearts, I dug around in the bag some more.
This man even packed my black velvet bonnet, which I later realized I didn’t have on the long list that I had given him on FaceTime earlier. Once I gathered my lotion, deodorant, and soap from the other bag, I tossed them both on the bed and then sighed a bit once I looked at the bathroom. I hoped I didn’t bust my ass in there. The very last thing I needed was a setback when it came to my healing.
The dual shower head was heaven-sent. In no time, I was lying on the softness of the bed and under the duvet. I grabbed the nearby remote and my phone off the end table. The bed was so damn high that Mello couldn’t just jump into it like he would my bed at home. The height took me a while to get in, but once I was nice and comfortable, I was pleased with the plushness of the mattress.
“Ouch!”
I had this habit of rubbing my feet together once I was cozy. With the pain meds, I wasn’t in much pain until my calf lightly grazed over my stitches. After getting out of the shower, I had taken off the gauze covering my injury just to let it breathe a bit. Now, I saw that was a mistake. My doctor had mentioned that I should keep my wound covered, but my ass didn’t listen. With the height of the bed, I knew that I didn’t want to get up from its surface any time soon.
The little bag of things I had accumulated during my stay in the hospital was clear across the room, resting on the long dresser. I looked down at Mello and wished he had arms and hands like a damn human. Now I understood why, when I was younger, my mother would call me into her room to hand her the remote. After a day of exhaustion, I could see why she would call me for something that was in arm's reach. I pulled the blanket off me so I wouldn’t make the mistake of rubbing my feet together again. When Orion got back, I would ask him to hand me the things I needed to rebandage my wound.
As I flipped through shows to watch, my phone buzzed.
Orion: What do you want to eat?
I honestly didn’t have a taste for anything in particular. I looked up what was nearby before responding because I didn’t want to be one of those women who told him to choose, only to be disappointed with his selection later. Golden Krust popped up on the maps, and I could go for some Caribbean food.
Oxtails?
I quickly responded. Three bubbles appeared in our text thread in no time.
Orion: Cool. I gotta make a run, so I’ll be there a little later. You cool to wait on the food?
While walking in, I saw that the kitchen was just off this bedroom. I could wait for food, but my ass was thirsty as hell. Once I mentally built up the tolerance to walk in there, I would get something to drink. I smacked my dry lips together before responding to his text.
Yeah, I’m good
When I went to lock my phone, it vibrated in my hand again.
Zynea: Alright, now the location says East New York. What is going on?
She made the eye looking emoji repeat all over the screen, which made me laugh. Now that I was alone, it was the perfect time to update her. I just remembered that I didn’t even tell her about my little situation in his car earlier. Eagerly, I pressed her name to give her a call.
“Hello?” She answered on the first ring.
“Girl…”
“Why are you whispering?” Zynea naturally whispered back.
I had to tell her the tea while it was still lukewarm.
“I opened his glove box in the car earlier, and his pew pew fell onto my lap.”
“Girl, the phone just broke up. You let him pee pee on your lap? Is it big?”
“Zyneaaaa,” I dragged, “that is not what I said.”
“Okay, hold on, let me go next to a window or something. Okay, hello?”
“Yeah, girl.”
“Say that again.”
I explained to Zynea how I had invaded Orion’s privacy in the car.
“That’s what your nosey ass gets. A naked bitch should have popped out of that muthafucka.”
I laughed because she was the most unserious person I knew.
