Page 23 of Meek: Chasing That Gangsta Love

I stayed in the hospital for two whole weeks before they finally let me go but I still wasn’t a hundred percent.

Kisha took care of a nigga though; she never left not one time, and she stayed on top of the whole staff making sure they did what they were supposed to do.

She had so much shit up there at the hospital it looked like it was her personal efficiency, and I knew they couldn’t wait to get rid of our ass.

It was cool though cause they catered to my every need.

I wasn’t in the mood for visitors and shit so the only person who was actually allowed to see me was Kisha.

Today was the day that I was about to be out.

Today was the only day that she actually left so she could go clean the house and prepare it for me to come home and I appreciated her so much.

The same way she took care of me back then, was the same way she cared now.

I sat in the chair with my entire chest bandaged up with a sweater over it looking out the window from my hospital room.

I couldn’t wait to get a breath of fresh air.

My phone had been blowing up for two weeks and I refused to take a single call. I needed this time for myself, but today I was gonna finally pick up. I interrupted the ringing before answering and accepting Reesie’s call. “Hey Charese.” I answered sounding dry, my throat was still kind of sore.

“Nigga! You haven’t answered me for two whole weeks. The most you’ve done is put money on my books Meek, but damn no visits, no letters or nothing. I would’ve never thought you’d do me like this.” She fussed.

Damn, she came right out the gate tearing a nigga down. I hadn’t even put money on her books since I’d been in here, so if she had money, it was only one other person who could’ve made that happen. Kisha.

I tried my best to clear my throat before talking to her. “Calm down Reesie. You out of all people know if I get missing then something is wrong. Have I ever done that shit before?” I questioned.

“No, but damn Meek. Okay talk to me, what’s happening? The only shit I’m accepting is if it’s life threatening.”

“Well, you’ll accept this then cause a nigga got shot in the chest and flat lined twice. I’m finally about to get discharged from the hospital today but I’mma have to take it easy.”

She gasped on the other side of the phone. “Shit Meek! Who shot you? Are you okay? Oh my God I’m soooo sorry.” She cried.

Now, I told her about asking me questions and shit on them people phones.

I even hated the fact that she said my name so much; they didn’t need to know whom the fuck she was talking too.

“I’m okay I’ll be aiight, you know that.

I can’t come see you this week, but I’ll make it soon.

Give me some time, okay? I’m not trying to come there just yet. ”

“I understand Meek, just take care of yourself and at least write me. I can’t believe this shit; you never had enemies and now all of a sudden you get shot?”

“What you getting at?”

“I’m just saying, that’s crazy. Who were you with?” She asked.

“Too many questions Reesie; I told you about that. I’ll come see you and talk to you, okay? How you holding up?”

She sighed. “I miss the shit out of you and I’m trying to dodge all the trouble I can, but I’ve had two fights already. Bitches just trying my patience to see if they can.”

“Try to stay out of trouble I don’t have no extra money to give that lawyer cause you catching extra cases and shit aiight?”

“I hear you Meek. Well, I gotta go cause the line is already long as hell and that’ll be another fight. I love you.”

“I love you too Reesie, but you already know that.”

When I hung up and turned around, Kisha and Mya were coming through the door. It felt good to be a free man again.