"Aug released a new song called Bigger is Better. It's on YouTube.
Wattpad won't let me put links for some reason and I
Want to give a shoutout to my sis SkateboardP who is my advisor in writing this stuff about Aug. She actually had to deal with this. And she has written most of the lines of Dr. Franklin (who is her).
Im so appreciative she is using her past difficulties, to hopefully enhance the story. And inspire other's dealing with health problems.
So thank you! And love you! ****
August POV-
"So Mr. Alsina we did the biopsy on your kidneys as you know." Dr. Franklin sat on the doctor's stool.
"How do they look?" I asked.
My heart felt like if it sped up any faster it would be across the room. But I calmed myself down. I was good. The Big OG had me and wasn't going to let me down.
He wasn't going to bring me out of a coma to lead me back into this.
I knew he was going to make the doctor say "I'm sorry Mr. Alsina this was all a mistake."
Then I would surprise my babe with chocolates and flowers and let her know she ain't got to worry and cry about her man, because he's good.
Then I would make love to her to reaffirm that I got this. Then I would pack to go on the road with Chris, make love to my Nola Jazz again, then get to making this money.
"You are in a dire place Mr. Alsina."
"What you mean dire?"
"We need to start you on dialysis as soon as possible then put your name on the list for a transplant."
"Dialysis?"
"Yes it will be from Monday -Friday for 5 hrs."
"I have a tour coming up."
"You can't go. You need to get this done to save your life. You need your kidneys to live. Dialysis takes blood from your body, cleans it and returns it. I'm going to prescribe you some prednisone 10mg. This will also keep the kidneys functioning."
"How long will it take for me to get a transplant?"
"Our wait list upon finding a match is two years. In the mean time take the medicine and dialysis and hopefully your kidneys will get better to where you won't even need it."
"You expect me to wait two fucking years for a new kidney?" I stood up.
"Mr. Alsina, I understand you are frustrated."
"I don't have five hours out of my life every day for this shit. I got money to make. I got employees to pay. I got a fucking family to feed. Look in that file and tell me you got the wrong person?"
"Mr. Alsina. calm down."
"Look in that file!" I yelled and grabbed the file searching for a mistake. When I didn't find one I ripped it up and left out.
"Mr. Alsina." Dr. Franklin ran behind me but I was already gone.
Jazz POV-
I had been calling and texting Aug all day but he didn't answer. It really had me worried. I even called his mom to see if he called her and she said he hadn't.
I debated driving over to his house, but as soon as I got up to grab my coat he walked through the door.
"Omg baby I was so worried." I ran to him and hugged him tight, repeatedly kissing his lips.
He smelled of weed and harsh liquor but I didn't care. I'm just happy he's here.
"Where you been?"
"Rehearsal. Then we laid a couple of tracks at the studio."
He took off his shoes.
"You hungry? I cooked."
I smiled.
"Oh you a real chef now?" He chuckled.
"Yup. Lemon Rosemary Salmon with Wild Rice." I led him to the kitchen.
"Sounds complicated."
"Not really. I followed the recipe to a T." I said getting his food and warming it up.
I didn't want to bring up the doctor's appointment. I was hoping he would tell me himself. So I would give him a minute.
I gave him his plate.
"This rice one of them 1 minute cups ain't it?" He smirked.
"So. I really made the fish tho." I teased him with my face.
"You probably ordered this."
"I did not." I showed him the Salmon package in the garbage.
"Right."
"Just eat fool."
He poked his fork in it.
"I don't know how this gone turn out since my mother ain't here to supervise."
"Just eat already."
He tasted it.
"How does it taste?"
"A little too much seasoning salt, but it's good." He wiped his mouth.
I gave him a glass of cranberry juice.
"I want a cold drink babe." He handed me the cup back.
Cold Drink is a Nola term for soda or pop, I just recently learned. He had been saying it a lot since we've been back.
"They say cranberry juice. It's good for your kidneys bum." I handed it back to him.
"Fuck it." He waved me off and just went back to eating.
"Here. I was just looking out for you August damn." I handed him a Sprite.
He took the can and opened it. I might as well ask.
"How did the doctor's appointment go?" I sat on the stool opposite of him.
"Cool." He said like it was nothing.
"What did she say?"
"It was a mistake. They got my info confused with another patients." He ate some of his rice.
"Oh my God!!!! !!!! Why didn't you tell me?" I got up and Muah Muahed all over his face.
"Stop." He laughed with a full mouth.
"No I'm so happy baby. I don't have to worry anymore." I sighed a sigh of relief.
"I cried all night. And at work. I could barely get through my meeting with David." I ran my fingers through my hair so overjoyed.
"Now I can go on this tour with Kendrick." I got a red velvet brownie from off the fridge.
"Kendrick invited you to go on tour?"
"Yes. And I'm so excited because I've worked with him in small ways but nothing this major. And he's putting me in charge of everything. This is going to take my career to the next level if people see how well I do with Kendrick."
"So I was just a nobody to you huh?" Aug eyed me.
"August stop. I got the love of my life out of working with you. Kendrick has me professionally. But you got me personally." I kissed his lips, making a point to suck on his bottom lip as we pulled apart.
"I mean if you came home and told me you were sick, you would have came first." I looked in his eyes sincerely. "I would've declined." I pecked his lips.
"I know." He wrapped his arms around my waist. "How long you gon be gone?"
"Three months."
He looked down.
"I know it's a long time but every chance I get imma make it up to you. If we get a day off imma fly to be where you are."
"You ain't got to do all that. Focus on your career." He kissed my forehead, got up and emptied his plate.
"I wont take anything after I get back. I promise. It's gonna be our time."
"I'm might not even be here when you get back." He put his plate in the sink.
"What you mean?" I looked at him confused.
"Might be on a tour promoting the new album."
"Okay. And? All that means is I'm going with you."
"Can't take you. My other woman coming on this one."
I hit him.
"Damn Jazz. Yo heavy man ass hands." He said rubbing his arm.
"Where you going?" I saw him heading for the door.
"Got to go and pack."
"Mannnnnn. Can't you wait? " I whined and hung on his shoulder like a child who didn't want there parent to leave.
"Nah. We leave in a day."
"Okay." I pouted.
"I'll be back over here tomorrow for you to fill me up before I go. You got me on E."
"August we just had sex yesterday. How are you on E? You should have a half of tank."
"This car guzzles gas."
"Goodbye."
He laughed, kissed my lips then left.
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