“What’s up?” Rome walked up with Charm and closed the space between him and the first responder. “You want me to knock him out?”
“We’re not knocking anyone out,” Chandler said. “How long will it take for us to get an update?”
I dragged my eyes from the first responder when I heard Myome’s name. My head jerked in the direction of the receptionist who’d just mentioned my wife and I made a beeline for her, not bothering to even listen to the first responder anymore.
“Yes. Myome Ross was just brought in and?—”
I cut her off by reaching over and hanging up the call. Her head jerked back and she looked up at me.
“I’m Myome’s husband and next of kin. Don’t call nobody and update them on what’s going on with her,” I said simply.
“Her paperwork states?—”
“And I’m stating that I’m her husband,” I repeated.
“Legally—”
I cut her off a third time. “Bitch, I was doing my best not to call you a bitch but what the fuck did I just say?” I grabbed my gun from where it was tucked in my pants and set it on the counter. “Pick that phone up again and see,” I warned.
Myome wasn’t particularly close with her family, so I wasn’t sure if she’d want them at her bedside while dealing with whatever she had going on. I wasn’t about to let someone take that choice from her. When she woke up, she could call and text whoever she wanted. It could wait.
“Berlin!” Rome jogged over to me. “Myome is awake. They took blood and her blood pressure and asked questions but said you can see her now.”
“Alright.” I looked the receptionist up and down. “Please don’t make me come back up here and show out.” I tucked my gun back. “Myome is awake. That means she can call whoever she wants. Don’t make no calls on her behalf or I’m gon’ have my sister flip you on your back and this bitch gon’ get a real good lawsuit. You hear me?” I waited for the woman to nod. “Thanks.” I tapped the counter with my knuckles then turned to face Rome. “You know what room she’s in?”
“Yeah. She’s in one oh three.”
“A’ight. Give me a few and I’ll update y’all. Keep your phone in your hand,” I instructed as I headed for the double doors.
I damn near jogged through the hall looking for Myome’s room. When I pushed the door open, I automatically smiled seeing her sitting up in bed.
“Berlin?” She pouted and sniffed.
“What’s up, Yo?” I walked over and she tilted her head back for me to plant three slow kisses to her forehead, my eyes shut while I thanked God that she was okay. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m okay.”
“Then why are you crying?” I collapsed into the seat beside the bed.
She shrugged.
“I’ve never passed out before and it was scary.”
“I get that.” I slid closer to her and put a hand on her knee, lightly rubbing up and down. “So, how are you feeling for real?”
“My head hurts and I, uhm, may have a sprained ankle from how I fell when I lost consciousness. But it looks like I’m okay for the most part. They took blood and they’ll let me know if anything looks weird, but I think I’m okay.”
“Alright.” I nodded.
Myome gave me a little fake smile and I scoffed and let my head fall forward, resting on the edge of the bed.
“Are you okay, Berlin? Do you want a checkup too?” she teased.
I lifted my head slightly to look at her. I gave her a forced smile.
“You scared the fuck out of me, Twin,” I confessed.
“I’m sorry,” Myome said quietly. Her little smile dropped. “I’m sorry,” she repeated.