A Street Doctor's Virgin: Standalone

5. Quadir

5

Quadir

“ D r. B, the patient is ready for you in room three,” one of his techs, Brittany, walked into his office and handed him the stack of paperwork.

“Thanks, Britt,” he told her then started looking over all the consent forms.

After he was sure that everything had been signed, he stuck the documents in Ramel’s file then stood up and walked out of his office. When he walked into room three, he was slightly surprised that the brown skin beauty wasn’t there. He’d found out, from Luca’s sources, that her name was Saige, and she worked as a pediatric mental health counselor. That piqued his curiosity a bit because they were somewhat in the same line of work.

She seemed to be doing pretty well for herself considering she lived in a home that was valued at 850K. Something wasn’t adding up for him though because her salary didn’t match her crib. She wasn’t even making six figures a year, so he didn’t know how she afforded a six-figure down payment on her house. Her name was the only one on the deed and the loan which told him there was no man involved. Maybe it was her father who helped her out. Whoever it was made sure that her house was solely hers, and he could respect that.

“Wassup, Ramel? How you feeling?” Qua smiled at him, instantly shifting into doctor mode.

Ramel nodded. “I feel good.”

“Good! I love to hear that from my patients. How are you feeling about getting this surgery knocked out?”

“It’s cool,” Ramel shrugged casually. “My sister Saige said that everything is going to be fine. Plus, I’m strong, so it’s going to be fine.”

Qua nodded. It was clear to him that Ramel and Saige had a deep bond. “Your sister is right. Everything will be fine, I’m going to make sure of it.”

“When can we get his surgery scheduled?” Hailey asked.

“I’ll have Brittany come back in once we’re done here to get him scheduled, but I believe I have openings within the next three weeks.”

Hailey gasped dramatically. “That’s so soon.”

“Mom, it’s okay,” Ramel looked up at her.

Quadir smirked at how tough Ramel was being. He didn’t know if it was an act or not, but he thought it was brave of him.

“Is there anything we need to be doing in the meantime?” Winston asked, looking slightly stressed.

“Just not worrying. It’s best if, on the morning of surgery, Ramel has a good support system around him. Brain surgery is major, and when he wakes up from the surgery, he’ll need to see his favorite, familiar faces,” he looked between Winston and Hailey.

Winston nodded. “Understood. His sisters will be here with us.”

“Great,” he turned his attention to Ramel next. “Who’s your favorite superhero or character?”

“Mmm…Ironman!”

“Ironman?” Quadir stuck his fist out to Ramel, and they fist bumped. “That’s a good one. I’ll have something for you on prep day, alright?” Ramel nodded with a smile then Q looked at Winston and Hailey. “He’ll have to check-in to the hospital the night before surgery. I like to have them here just to be sure they don’t have anything on their stomach and to get everything prepped for the day of surgery. There will be more consent forms to be signed, he’ll have to get another scan of his brain, and get IV fluids going so that he’s well hydrated.”

“Okay,” Hailey squeezed Winston’s hand.

“Like I said before, the recovery process is tough, but we’re going to get through it. That’s a promise. Any questions for me?”

When Hailey and Winston both shook their heads, Q spoke to them for a few more minutes before walking out of the room. He instructed Brittany to get Ramel set up for surgery then went back into his office. His phone was vibrating against his desk with a call from his mother.

“Wassup, mom?” He put the phone on speaker and closed his office door.

“Hey, son. What are you up to?”

Qua chuckled as he changed out of his scrubs. Angie always called him during working hours and asked what he was up to like he didn’t have a job.

“Changing out so I can get out of here for the day. How are you today?”

“Well, I was doing just fine until I ran across one of Nicole’s t-shirts in the laundry room. I don’t know how it got there but…” she sighed sadly. “Lord Jesus, give me the strength.”

Nicole had passed away three years prior after she and Angie were involved in a drive-by shooting at a park. They were there attending an event for the church they went to when bullets started flying. Since Nicole was wheelchair bound, she wasn’t able to duck and dodge the gunfire like the rest of the churchgoers. By the time the bullets stopped, Nicole had been shot a total of twelve times, and Angie had taken two to the back. Luckily for Angie, her wounds were non-life threatening, but Nicole was pronounced dead on the scene.

Angie hadn’t been quite the same since then. Qua was heartbroken that his sister’s life had been cut short, but he stood strong for his mother. Nicole’s father, Jason, wasn’t very present in her life from the time he found out about her having the disorder. Quadir thought he’d at least be there for the funeral, but the nigga never showed. Jason never even sent a sympathy card or a bouquet of flowers which really set Qua off. It was bad enough his mother was grieving, and she didn’t deserve to do it alone when she didn’t create Nicole alone. Seeing how upset Jason’s absence made Angie caused Qua to make Jason permanently absent. Q had no love for deadbeat fathers, so he didn’t bat an eye when he sent Jason to meet his maker. He knew he shouldn’t still be catching bodies as a practicing doctor, but that body was well warranted.

For the last three years, Qua had been his mom’s knight in shining armor. Since his parents were married and divorced within the first two years of his life, they didn’t have a good relationship with each other. Kadeem tried to be there for Angie when Nicole died, but Angie denied him, leaving all of her sadness and grief on Qua’s shoulders. It had been a lot on him, on top of dealing with the mafia, but he was handling it the best way he could.

“It’s going to be alright. You know Nicole wouldn’t want you crying like this, mom,” he did his best to calm her down.

“I know,” she chuckled and sniffled. “I miss her so much that it hurts, you know?”

“Yeah, I know. Did you eat today?” he finished getting dressed, grabbed his bag, and walked out of his office.

“I had some soup. I’m fine, Quadir.”

“Soup? Mom, that ain’t food. I’m going to DoorDash you something to the house.”

“Yo, Qua!”

Quadir turned to see his good friend, colleague, and old college roommate, Dr. Kurtis Ascot, slowly jogging towards him. He held up his index finger then pointed at his ear to show Kurtis that he was on the phone.

“Boy, I said I’m fine!” She fussed.

He dapped Kurtis up. “Yeah, okay. Mom, let me call you back once I get home and situated.”

“Alright. I love you.”

“I love you too,” he hung up then looked at Kurt. “What’s good, my boy?”

“Ah, not much. You had time to look at those x-rays earlier?”

“I did, my bad, I meant to hit you back. My day has been busy. In my opinion, I think it looks like a tumor, non-cancerous though.”

Kurt nodded, shoving his hands in the pocket of his white coat. “That’s what I thought too, I just wanted a second set of eyes on it. ‘Preciate that bro. You got plans tonight?”

“Shiiit, I don’t even know right now,” he shrugged. Qua never made any concrete plans because of the mafia. The minute they called, he had to go, which made it hard for him to make plans.

“Aight, well Alyssa cooking tonight and having a few of her friends over around seven. I’m not trying to be outnumbered,” Kurt admitted with a laugh. “Javon in town too, so he’s going to be there,” he spoke about one of their friends from college.

“My boy Von here? Ah, aight, aight, in that case, I’ll try to swing by.”

“Bet.”

They dapped each other up again then Qua headed over to the elevators. He stepped on and ordered his mom some Carrabba’s on the Door Dash app on the way down to the parking garage. Angie loved her some Italian food, and Carrabba’s was her favorite place, so he knew she wouldn’t be able to resist it.

Stepping off the elevator, he took long strides over to his BMW 760i. Hitting the alarm, he opened the passenger door and tossed his bag inside before getting in and cranking the engine. Once he was sure that the Door Dash order went through, he pulled off and jetted home. It was a Friday afternoon, so traffic was heavy, and it took him over thirty minutes to get home.

After he parked in his garage and got out, his phone started ringing. Going inside and dropping his stuff on the counter, he took his phone out of his pocket. He smirked when he saw it was one of his freaks, April.

“Wassup?” He answered, sliding his shoes off and placing them on the shoe rack near the door.

“Heyyyyy daddy. I miss you,” she cooed into the phone.

“Is that right?”

“Yes. You tryna slide over here a little later? My kids gone for the weekend.”

He chuckled and thought about it momentarily. April was a freak in every sense of the word. He’d had multiple threesomes with her and even a couple of foursomes. She was down to fuck any and everywhere regardless if other people were around or not. Qua’s dick had been in every hole on April’s body a hundred times over. She was his number one draft pick except he had zero feelings for her. It annoyed him that she was always trying to make their situation more than it was. To Qua, they were just fuckin’ and to April, they were working on a relationship.

“Uh, yeah. I’ll hit you a lil’ later though,” he told her before hanging up.

He didn’t want to give her a chance to start worrying him to death about what time he was going to come over. He headed upstairs to his bedroom to get showered and dressed to hit Kurt’s crib. He only hoped that the Sartori family were safe and sound for the night.