CRASH: Love in Scrubs

by C. Monet

By the time I made it home, the rain had started. Again. I peeled off my turnout gear and stepped into my role as Samaj’s mama, part disciplinarian, part therapist, part punching bag, depending on the day. Verbal of course. Samaj would never lay a hand on me.

Girl...whet. He shouldnt even be doung that

“I told that snitching-ass nurse I don’t eat breakfast food for breakfast. I said if they brought me an Italian sub and loaded potato from McAlister’s, I’d eat. Simple. Funky breath heffa.”

“And that pain medication is too strong. I don’t like it. I’m pretty sure my mom left me because she was a crackhead, so I need to be careful with that stuff.”

“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.”

If I wasn’t a gentleman, I would have pushed Moneice to the side by the head.

“I’ll go get our son,” I said, stepping back with a smile and a wink. “Don’t go anywhere.”

I’d changed his name to something a little less professional.

Girl Malik? I was looking for somethig provocative gets the ppl going lol

“Watch your mouth,” I said thumping his ass on the lip. I watched him touch his stinging lip. I tried not to laugh but I couldn’t help it. He was pathetic.

The smell of piss hit me, this nigga had pee’d on himself. Pathetic.

THis man is weird

Fifty thousand wasn’t random. That was specific money for specific problems. I needed to know who he owed, why he owed it, and how desperate he was to get it. Because desperate men with deadlines did reckless shit.

“The best, 91 octane type shit,” I admitted, and they erupted in cheers like their favorite team had just won the championship.

“First off, fuck your baby daddy.

“Please sit down, Ms. Andrews,” Rebecca said condescendingly.

This entire situation is weird.