Checkmate - RATED R

Sixtythree

Seeing that just made me want to cry.

Once they got all the gauze and tape off, they started showing my mom how everything had to be cleaned. The doctor was about to place the stuff on me but I stopped and pointed to momma.

She sighed and took the cotton from him. She gently laid on my arm, causing me to jerk because that shit burnt like hell.

"I'm sorry baby. I'm sorry." She said making me feel like a kid again, whenever she cleaned a scar I got from doing something crazy. Just by looking at my mom I knew she was fighting back tears.

The cleaning felt like it would never end. Once they finally got me back dressed I exhaled. The torture was finally over.

Mama tried to leave my side but I grabbed her hand. She smiled then leaned down to kiss me. "Can he have some water? I know his throat is probably dry as a desert." She said, basically reading my mind.

"Of course." Dr. Hudson said, signaling the nurse to go get it.

"What will his diet be?"

"Due to the shots to his stomach, it'll take a while before he's able to tolerate any regular food. So we'll have to feed him through a tube for a couple weeks."

Man this shit getting worse and worse!

"Here you go." The nurse handed mama a cup.

"Take slow sips Tim." She told me.

I nodded before leaning over to drink out the straw. Slow slips my ass. I took three big gulps. I don't care if I regret it, my throat felt like I swallowed sand paper.

Mama popped my forehead. "Fucking hardheaded."

I attempted to laugh, but that almost made me cry when my stomach started hurting. "More please." I asked.

"Take sips Timothy, I'm not playing with you."

"Okay, okay." I did what she told me. Once my throat felt better, the doctors continued making sure everything looked good. I was happy when they all left.

My dad walked to the other side of my bed. I held up my fist, for him to pound but instead he smacked it away.

Here comes the lectures.

"Tim for as long as I could remember, I've always told you and your brother to never be like I was because this right here was always the end result. Right or wrong?" He asked.

"Right."

"Whatever you were into that shit is done, do you hear me? I'm not burying my children, that's not how this works." His eyes got red the more he talked.

"I'm sorry pops."

"Don't apologize, just do better Timothy."

"I will."

My dad went and took his seat. I watched him rub his eyes, making a tear slip from mine. My moms thumb brushed over it.

"We just want the best for you Tim." She said. "I will lose my mind if something else happens to you. I'm trying to keep it together right now and it's hard as hell. But I have to be strong so that I can help you get better. Please learn from this Tim. I could've been at a funeral home, picking out your casket right now but it wasn't your time. Make better choices."