23 Chapter 23: Lets Party (1/2)
[Present Day]
”Kaz, just open the damn door!”
Ricky pounds on the bathroom door.
”Don't yell at me! Send Carlos in here, please?”
”What?! Of all people why him?!”
”CARLOS, GET IN HERE!”
I hear loud footsteps and then a knock on the door,
”Yo.”
I crack the door open and pull him inside.
”Dayum Kaz, what the hell-”
I cover his mouth.
'Stop. Talking.'
I mouth to him.
”Hey, what's going on in there?”
Ricky hits the door,
”You two are too damn quite.”
”Ok you see this right here?”
Carlos nods.
”I need you to pull it out, with these.”
”Oh shit, that looks like it would hurt.”
”LIKE WHAT WOULD HURT?!”
”Damnit Ricky, chill, i'm not gonna try anything with your girl!”
He rolls his eyes at the door and turns his attention back to me.
”Alright lady, hand em' over.”
I pass him the tweezers and prop my leg up in the bathroom sink.
He carefully hovers over the bullet hole.
”Carlos , i'll be fine. I just need you to pull that thing out.”
He sighs,
”Ok then.”
He puts the tweezers in my open wound and starts to feel around.
It hurts like hell but i'll live. Possibly.
”How are you taking this, Kaz? Doesn't it hurt?”
”Yeah, but i've survived worse.”
There's a thud outside the door.
”Ricky? You good?”
”Mhmmmm.”
”I got it!”
He pulls out the bullet and drops it in my hand.
”Can you walk?”
He pulls my arm around his neck,
”Thanks but all I need now is stitches, then i'll be good as new.”
He opens the door for me and we see Ricky laying on the floor.
”What the hell are you doing down there?”
He rubs his head,
”Don't know. Think I might've passed out.”
He looks at my bleeding leg,
”YO WHAT THE HELL?!”
He pushes Carlos out the way and picks me up.
”What the fuck happened while you were out?!”
***
”How's that?”
He fluffs my pillow.
”Ricky, i'm fine,”
I make room on the bed,
”Please come sit with me?”
He sighs,
”Will you answer my questions?”
”Yes. I promise.”
He slowly walks over to me and sits down beside me.
”Ok, my first question is, where the hell did you go?”
I look down.
”I might have went and found the guy who shot you...”
”What?! Why'd you do that?!”
”Because-”
”You could've died Kaz!”
”Ricky!”
His face is red, he's pissed.
”I knew what I was doing. You can't keep underestimating me. I was made for this kinda thing.”
I grab his hand,
”I'm sorry I scared you like that. Anymore questions?”