roughly it has been two weeks, and deasia's doctor is releasing her from the hospital. she's improved a lot from when she first was brought in, she did nothing but gain her energy back, and able to comprehend and give approval for the doctors to help her. her surgery went smoothly, and when she was out of the surgery she slept the day away, and partially the day after. eating wise was a nightmare for her, she threw everything up five minutes after it adjusted, or if she was getting her iv checked or giving more medicine.
jayson was the first in contact after the doctor shared to deasia the news of her going home. when his phone rang he picked up on the second ring, he immediately said he'd be there in a few. he meant that. he was at the hospital 15 minutes later.
guided down to the room where deasia is soon to be leaving from, the doctor held out his hand. "now, i know you think when you go in there it'll all be apples and bananas." he clears his throat, "she is still recovering, in pain — she is still not talking either, but will write on a whiteboard if you have one available at home. also, mr tatum, i have prescription awaiting for ms. bell-hughes downstairs, please pick it up on your way out."
jayson nodded and then knocked on the door a couple of times, just so that de was alert of someone coming in. as he walked in, he found her getting out of the bed. he smiled her way, and she blankly looked at him, and walked slowly to the chair to grab her clothes.
holding them tight in her hands, she started heading towards the bathroom, but then she stopped & turned towards jayson. "what you need?" his hand went for the handle to open the door for her, but she shook her head and pointed at his pocket. he raised an eyebrow, pulling out his wallet, keys and phone — she grabbed the phone and held it up to his face for the face ID. it didn't work, but he told her his password. deasia typed quickly on the phone, and handed it back.
"I was given the 'okay' to shower, but I can't wet my entire body or the scars where they took out my gallstones would get infected. can you help me?"
Jayson nods his head still opening the bathroom door wider for her to enter. he realized she didn't grab her towel or wash clothes, so he got it for her while she set the water. he saw in her bin she also had soap, shampoo and conditioner. twisting his lips back and forth, he settled with just the soap, she'd probably want to wash her hair with her own products at home. jayson returned to the bathroom to find deasia attempting to pull her hair up in a ponytail, she grunts in frustration, and let her arms flop to her side, when she turned around she found jayson standing there.
"you want me to do it?" she nodded and he leaned down to take the hair tie from her, from just attempting to put her hair in a bun, he could tell she was ready to get the shower over with, and go to sleep. Jayson ran his fingers through her hair and placed it into a messy bun.
instead of she feeling for the water, he did and it was warm. "it's warm, i think we should leave it at that, i don't think you can use hot water just yet." he announced, and shut the door fully so no one could walk in to see her showering. deasia slowly reached for the towel and demonstrated to jayson to hold it up while she undressed herself. the towel was up, and he was looking everywhere but at her.
she takes the towel to cover the front of her body, turning to face her back to jayson. he grabbed the washcloth to wet it and wipe down her exposed back, then wetting the cloth again to apply soap and washed down her back. he did it as gentle as he could though he is heavy handed.
of course, deasia was left to wash her own area and the front of her body, and jayson back was faced to her while she did so. it alert him that she was done when the water shut off — deasia tapped him, and he turned and looked down to see her pointing at her clothes. again, he turned away when he gave her the bra and panties, red matching set, that he picked out.
again she tapped him, and she was fully dressed, he didn't even feel her brush by him to grab for her shirt and sweatpants.
the two left out of the bathroom just to run into her doctor coming into the room with her release forms. he went over her medicine if she was in pain and needed them which need to be picked up as they're leaving, she needs plenty of rest, and is to not drive when the medication is in her system — she is to eat carefully but so far she's been able to keep down jello, soup, pudding, and grilled cheese and some fruits.
deasia was passed the papers and she signed three forms.
"wheelchair or would you like to walk?" her doctor asked, and she signaled walking. "Okay, Miss. Bell-Hughes you are free to go."
📍 Hospital Pharmacy
De's P.O.V
Jayson and I entered the pharmacy, and I stood behind the three men that were currently waiting. I let out a soft yawn, and let my shoulders slump. i felt jayson move closer to me, and i rest my head on him.
"next!" i hear almost five minutes later, i lift my head starting to walk, and the same woman yelled. "I said next!"
"give her a damn minute." jayson said.
"i don't got a damn minute." the woman responded with an eye roll. I walked up, showing the paper that had my prescription written.
"it's not that hard to talk, lady. what's the name, birthday, and say it slow." I read her name tag, and lord and behold she was named Ella too.
"she can't talk, she got the paper right in front of you. just do your job so i can get her home, she's already tired." jayson spoke up again. ella huffed, "nobody asked your big ass, let the damn idiot talk for herself."
my nose flared, "who the fuck are you calling an idiot?" my voice was raspy, and hoarse. i could feel jayson eyes on me, widen too,
"you heard what the fuck he said, why are you trying to start shit when it don't need to be no shit." i held the upper part of my stomach, and lightly groaned. "give me my fucking medicine now."
"bitch—" ella started, and some woman appeared by my side with her phone out, "go ahead and call her a bitch, you about to lose your job,"
ella went mute and her coworker snickered, and handed me my prescription bag. "don't even worry about paying, it's coming out her paycheck." he whispered.
i smiled warmly at him, taking it and slowly walking away from everybody.
I didn't make it far just only around the corner, I should've just asked for a wheelchair.
"you okay, what's wrong?" jayson bent down. "you want me to carry you?"
he was able to, i didn't come here with anything, and the only thing he is carrying is things that were left in the bin, such as toothbrush, the shampoo and other things. without him receiving my answer, he picked me up bridal style, and headed to the car.
we made it home within 30 minutes because of construction. as jayson pulled up in the driveway, i had no energy in wanting to move, the bumps during the ride was causing me to wince in pain, & i have to wait six hour to take my medicine.
without having to ask, jayson picked me up from the backseat and carried me in, he didn't even have to ask if i wanted to be on the couch for a while or be in my bed.
"deuce bought you balloons the other day, and drew a family picture at school. we framed it and put it over there on the wall." jayson tells me as he placed me onto the bed once we got up to my room.
my eyes fell on the picture, at the start it was me, his dad, mama b, him and then toriah and her fiancé. i smile, then yawned into my elbow.
"get some sleep."
i nod my head and gently moved up into the bed and got under the covers. not even laying my head against the soft pillows i was out like a light.
6:17 pm
i jumped up when i heard clashing noises from in the house, my heart beats quickly. i throw my legs over and down to the ground, and stood up. i shiver when i felt how cold it was in my room, i grabbed the robe off of the chair and put it on.
hugging myself tight as i travel to the noise — i heard giggling from the kitchen and when i entered it was deuce and jayson cooking.
"oh no, daddy! we woke dede up." deuce frowned.
"my bad de, i dropped the cookie pan." he held it up then placed it onto the counter. i shrug my shoulders glad that no one was hurt.
"she's upset, daddy kiss her like you said you were going t—" jayson mushed his son's head chuckling nervously.
"i didn't say that." jayson shook his head, "kids, am i right?!"
i was amused by what deuce was about to spill, i loosely folded my arms and had a small smirk upon my face.
"yes you did! you told uncle marcus you wanted to kiss he—" again deuce head was mushed — jayson's face is completely red as a stop sign.
he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, "deuce why don't you go get your um . . your paper for the field trip you're taking coming soon, i'm sure de'asia is thrilled to hear about it."
"okay! but don't kiss her while i'm gone!" deuce hollered as he ran out of the kitchen.
this was a bit longer than expected. it's not the best but this was more of a chapter to fill inz
unedited, sorry for any mistakes.
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how are we feeling about the preseason so far?