Venom

*2*

Michael

Walking through the halls of the hospital in my long lab coat with my clipboard under my arm,about to serve a patient. I turn another hall and knock on the patient's door before entering. I plaster on a smile and take the lady's hand and examine her veins.

"You will need to drink more Ms.Ruth" I chastise as I write on my clipboard on how her veins look. I check her eyes with my light and she opens them wide.

"You're doing better" I mutter before my assistant nurse strides in and refills Ms.Ruth's cup with water. "Drink" I plaster a smile yet again and adjust her bed to make her comfortable as she takes slow sips from the paper cup. "I'll be back to check on you" I open the wooden door and exit and go down the hall to my office, I slam the door and everything vibrates in response. I lock the door abruptly and launch myself into the grey rolling chair behind my desk. I clear my desk in a hastily manner and everything crashes down to the carpeted floor.

I run my hands through my curly black hair furiously as I swing myself in a circle in my chair, Everyone and I mean everyone wants me to give them money or solve their problems, I'm sick of it. I have my own successful job to take care of. Jermaine and Jackie want more money for their little girlfriends and I've mustered all the patience in the world for them, and I'm done. The money isn't for business or payments.. It's for their damn snotty girlfriends that need new dresses every two weeks.

Mother wants me to round up a women to marry and have 'wonderful' children with but I don't seem to have luck in the love department. They either want my money or want me wrapped around their finger and I refuse.

Other than my job, everything is a wreck in my life. I've been so busy, I haven't been able to do another blood test on my favored patient Ms.Ruth, I like to stay positive but there's no way she will make it more than three months. She has thrombophlebitis,it's a blood clot and inflammation and it causes her veins to be very weak. It breaks my heart to have to tell her family this and herself but it's my job, I shouldn't be emotional about something that happens everyday in my life--in the hospital. I breathe heavily while there's a stern knock on the door--that must be the head chief.. Dr.Bronco. I'm right under him but I'm very close to getting his job, not many people have a liking towards him.

"Come in" I sit up straight in my chair and twiddle my long thumbs above the desk. Dr. Bronco comes in and stiffly stands in the doorway, eyeing the mess on the floor I previously made from my frustration.

"Again huh?" He sucks his teeth while he shuts the door behind him, he picks up the half broken baby blue vase and looks at it closely. "Letting your brothers get to you again?" I've done this numerous times, I can't even count anymore, I usually crash everything down and promise myself to never give my brothers money again and then I replace everything that was on my desk. That's normal..right?

"I'm never giving them a dime again" I shake my head hastily and Dr.Broncos raises an amused brow. I roll my eyes as I already know what he's about to say. I get ready to mouth his words before he begins..

"Don't let your brothers destroy you, yes you're family but it doesn't mean you have to dig a hole for yourself" I roll my eyes and he points his skinny long finger at me.

"Don't you mouth my words boy, I might've said it in the past but I'm still right. Are you the big brother?" He runs his finger over his bottom crusted lip and licks them. I sigh and look down to avoid his intense glare.

"No" I mutter..again. I huff as I know what he's going to say next.. I swear It's like a play with him. He memorizes his own lines.

"But you sure act like one, they're supposed to take care of you" I look up at him and his green grass eyes show full concern. I smile lightly and nod

"I know,I know"

Robyn

Three blunts on the table.. Who's going to get them? I don't know.. But I'm sure I'll win this last dominos game, yes dominos, we can't afford to gamble with a real game. I eye the blunts before me and smirk deviously. I know I'm going to win for another time.

I place the last block and all the wrecked women gasp as I take the blunt and put it in my pocket. "Nice doing business with you" I smirk playfully and stand up from the iron rusted chair. I leave the raggedy building and walk down the block where there's men on each corner, trying to sell some drugs. While I walk, I evaluate my life and I already know what grade I get, I've done it before.

My parents hate me because I'm not successful and tamed like my brother is. Everyone knows my name in all the clubs here in L.A. and I like to drink away the problems that mostly have been created by my 'perfect' wealthy parents.

Every step I take on this busted sidewalk, I feel knives digging deep in to my heart. I scrunch up my nose and breathe in deeply to calm myself down. A man with a brown fluffed up jacket walks up to me holding a ziplock bag of cocaine and I pass him up and I hear his poor ways of getting my attention. I turn the corner and watch nice shiny cars pass by.

They have easy lives don't they? That's probably the lives my parents are living. They act so perfect and snobby I can't stand it. It's phony

The only reason why I have clothes and am breathing is because my brother Brian gives me money every now and then. But I won't ask anymore, I feel like a little kid in a candy store that really wants a chocolate bar. Men always buy me drinks,anyhow.