CRASH: Love in Scrubs

by C. Monet

Healing doesn’t always look graceful, and it's not always linear. Sometimes it looks like silence, like space, like setting boundaries, even when your heart wants to do the opposite.

If I could infiltrate her mind, I could get in her heart.

“That’s what love looks like, Sametra. Protection when it counts. Distance when it’s needed. And the strength to know the difference. It’s a balance.”

“And what makes you think I’ll say yes?” “Because every time I’m near you, you forget to breathe for about three seconds. Because you called me back in under five minutes. And because right now, you’re standing with your back to your girls so they can’t see your face. That baby blushing.”

“How you gonna put that on me? You kissed me, MiMi. Like you’ve been starving for it, now you wanna act like it didn’t happen? Nah, we’re way past that.”

“Here’s what’s gonna happen. I’m gonna call you every night. I’m gonna make sure you’re good, make sure Samaj is good. And this weekend, I’m gonna take you out and show you exactly why ‘Yes, I’ll be your woman is the only answer.’”

“If you got a problem with that you better speak up now. Change your number. Move. I don’t know, nor do I care. You showed your hand, baby, you don’t get to run now.”

“Baby, you have a man on your hands. You ain’t ever gonna have to pick between me and the child you carried nine months and went through a terrible labor for. I ain’t competing with your kid. I’m not afraid of loving you with a kid. I’m always going to know my part in that.