He was pissy drunk, and even though he had a visitor’s pass he was sneaking in. Shadee was still in the ICU and remained hooked up to a breathing machine. Along with the heart monitor those were the only sounds in the room. Born, in his drunkenness, leaned up against the rolling tray table beside the bed. His weight caused it to roll away from the bed, and Born fell backward onto his ass. Several seconds later a nurse rushed in and alarm was evident on her face. She was confused when she saw Born struggling to get up off the floor. “Are you okay? What happened?” The nurse grabbed Born by the arm and helped him up. “Why y’all makin’ my uncle suffer like this?” he slurred. “He’s already dead, why y’all doin’ him like this?” She could see his fiery red eyes tearing up. “Sir, I can’t answer that but if you would like for me to page the on-call resident I will.” “Nah, nah.” He waved her off. “Just leave me alone with my uncle, yo.” She checked Shadee’s IV and the rest of the equipment before slipping out.
