Spillage - "... he was a Mercer, and Mercers could handle anything..." Urban Tales Book 2
I've tired myself out with the thought of releasing something pertaining to the Mercers or not... All freaking day. For one, I'm in the stage of evoking my thoughts, so there wasn't much to share without giving too much or too little to hold on to. But after forever, I finally secured a piece. With their release coming in seven short days, I figured I would at least give you something to hold you over.
(Unedited. Subject to change.)
Navee’s throat charred as he repeated the same phrase for the third time, “Someone get him some help!”
His arm pained, heart thudded in his chest with vengeance, while his eyes blurred from the ache that overwhelmed his existence. This was his little brother he was holding in his hands, one that some greasy motherfucker had attempted to give back to God before his time card was due. Lodie laid in his arms, still absent of life and no signs of returning. Yet, Navee wouldn't give up. He simply couldn’t –probably not even after the doctor’s condolences were expressed.
Sensing the hesitation within the medical staff of reviving his brother, Navee continued his strides. On the desk of the receptionist, he laid Lodie’s stiffened frame. Grabbing her chest, the nurse standing over the receptionist gasped in disbelief.
“I said…” Navee’s raw throat was in dire need of hydration. “Help him!”
The gush of wind that conjured with Navee’s forceful words caused strings from her blonde bob to fly backwards as her white face paled and her eyes bloomed. Pushing herself backwards, the receptionist sprang into action.
“Just a second, sir. Let me get someone who can help.” As she spun on her heels, she crashed into the nurse that stood behind her with her hand still gripping her uniform.
“Don’t just stand there!” Navee’s arm was relieved that he’d lowered Lodie onto the desktop. Yet, it stung with pain as he slammed it down, colliding with papers and binders. “Fucking do something. He’s not… He won’t wake up! Get him some help. Get my brother back to me.”
As the words escaped Navee’s mouth, he was pulled backwards by medical providers as they rushed to Lodie’s aid. A stern embrace caused him to shudder, but quickly regain his composure. The smell of Old Spice was familiar, bringing him comfort worth having.
“Come on, son. They insist that we wait in the area over here. He’s going to be fine.”
Navee kept his eyes trained as he watched them rip Lodie’s shirt open, and lower him onto a gurney. Still, he showed no signs of life –sifting Navee’s tough exterior into meaningless shreds. Medical examiners wheeled him down the hallway, yelling terms that only Nylam would understand had he been present. Rubbing his hand down his face, Navee surrendered to the pull of his grandfather, and headed into the open area where family was preferred to wait for their loved ones return or diagnoses.
“Pops. I need to holler at you.” Navee’s head ached from the rapid thoughts attacking his brain simultaneously.
Without another word shed, he trained his eyes on a weeping Laitleigh. Her current condition was baffling and even frightening if he thought of it long enough. But, the reality was that he was a Mercer, and Mercers could handle anything that the universe threw their way. The two locked eyes, causing Laitleigh’s sobs to intensify. Though never vocalized through their expressions, it was written in their postures. Navee’s slumped shoulders displayed his lapse of control, and the revelation that his authority had been tested was heavy on his heart. A few feet away, Laitleigh’s regretful eyes and quivering lips verbalized the untold story of her sorrows and secretive dealings.
“Outside.” Neo had no idea what the two were feuding over, but now wasn’t a decent time to hash out their difficulties.
Navee followed suit, his grandfather a few feet ahead of him in a suede jogger with his jewels draped around his neck, on his fingers, and around his wrist. As they made it to the emergency room parking lot, Navee replayed the last forty minutes of his existence in head. So much shit had gone down that he hadn’t been able to reserve the time to consider it all. Now, hit with the fresh air, he sighed. The weight of the world had been placed onto his shoulders, and for the first time in his twenty-four years, he was having struggling to withstand the pressure.
A small cough emitted from his throat, muffling the cry that he held in with all of his might. It was times like the present that Navee had prayed against, religiously. Before bed, midday, and morning. He never missed a beat. Yet, somehow, he’d been tossed into a fire pit without fair warning. With his brother in doctor’s care – probably not making it back out to see him – he felt exposed, vulnerable and unshielded. That was no way to be out in Southside, because that shit could cost you your final breath.
“Son.” Neo stood to his left, waiting for him to begin.
A second cough and Navee felt confident enough that his pain wouldn’t showcase itself through the tears that he’d pushed deep inside. He was a Mercer, and instead of pouting they got their shit together. There was no way his grandfather would allow his tears as they conversed. It would be against their code of conduct. Neo had been firm with the brothers as boys, reminding them that they cried in the dark and wiped those tears when the light was casted.
“I need you to go get Second.”
“Second? Navee, Lodie is in…” Neo pointed towards the automatic doors.
“Nah. Pops. Listen. I wouldn’t be telling you this if it wasn’t urgent. I need you to go get Second. He’s packed his shit. I’m sure of it. Just know that Nieem wasn’t no damned fool. Some shit ain’t right at that house.” Navee shook his head, blowing his hot breath into his hands.
Neo paused for a brief second, remembering Navee’s announcement before leaving that he was going to check out Second. “Care to explain if that’s why your knuckles are swollen and you can hardly bend your right arm without squinting?”
“We can talk about it later.”
“Go and let the doctors look at you.”
“I’m fine. I just need to see my lil bro, pops. I’ll be aight.” Navee’s eyes glistened. Lodie's condition was near sending him over the top.
The thought of Lodie’s bloody frame cradled in his arms was torturous for any brother who’d tried his hardest to keep hurt, harm, and danger from his young one only to have him fall victim to the streets that he ran everyday.
Clearing his throat, Navee looked into the sky. “I’m good.”
“I wasn’t asking a question, dammit. I’m going to go get Second, and I want you to take your ass in there before it's any worse than it is now.”
“Navee Mercer, boy if you don…”
Two hours later Nave returned with a sling on his arm, papers in his hand, and a brace extended his pinky and forefinger. The waiting room remained silent with his grandmother knee deep in her travel bible. Across from her was Laitleigh, curled up in her seat with a blanket draped over her body.
“Grandma.” Navee startled his grandmother from her word.
“Pops came back, yet?”
“Is she hurting the baby laying like that?”
Navee was clueless when it came to pregnancy, but surely wanted to be certain that his niece or nephew wasn’t being mishandled by his/her immature ass mother. He was so fired up with Laitleigh that he wanted to remove his belt and beat her ass, but she’d outgrown that stage. The quicker he could come to terms with the fact, the less heartache he’d continue to experience.
“No. Navee. She’s fine.”
Navee’s pager buzzed in his pocket. He’d placed it inside during the unfolding of events. Retrieving it, it discovered the code that had been punched in belonged to Heist. With the chaos experience through the night, he’d forgotten to check in to let her know what was going on and that she shouldn’t wait up for him.
“So what happened to you?”
“It doesn’t look like nothing, Navee.” His grandmother stared at his new gadgets and prayed that he hadn’t gotten himself into any trouble. It was enough to have Lodie in the back. She didn’t want to revisit the emergency room again any time soon.
“Dislocated shoulder and finger. They popped it back into place.”
“Are you children trying to send me to an early grave?” She questioned.
“Na. Give me a second, granny. I need to make a call.” Navee stepped off and out into the lobby. Before dialing the landline in his apartment, he called the house. He waited – impatiently – for his grandfather to answer.
“Hello.” Second’s voice boomed through the speaker, sending immediate relief signals through Navee’s body. At least one of his obstacles had been mastered and a few pounds had been lifted from his shoulders. Already, he could feel the weight dropping and was thankful for it.
“What’s up? You good?” Navee started.
“Aight. I know it’s late and whatnot, but try catching some sleep. You’re going with your grand in the morning.”
“I love you, aight. I’m going to holler at you when I get to the crib.”
“You know you can tell me anything, aight?”
The hesitation that Navee was met with caused him to halt. His mouth slacked and eyes wandered as he waited to hear what his nephew would reveal. Aside from witnessing his brother suffer - both internally and externally - from a gunshot wound to the chest, he'd never been more fearful in his life. After a few seconds, Second finally began to speak.
"I... I uh... Lo..."
Unedited + Subject to change. Be on the lookout for the Mercers on October 15th.