Sam was jolted out of his sleep by a sharp pain in his leg. He didn't want to admit it, but he knew he should have taken his medication the night before. He sat up in bed and tried massaging it to loosen the tightness in his leg, but it was excruciating. He looked at his clock. Shit it's only six am. He had only fallen asleep about three hours before. He rubbed his eyes and tried to shift himself into his wheelchair, but the second that he moved, the pain intensified. He yelled out in pain. His entire leg was seizing and Sam began to tear up. Suck it up Sam! He squeezed his eyes shut, suck it the fuck up. He tried moving to his chair again so that he could go to the kitchen and grab his medicine. But as he moved the pain took over and he missed the chair and landed on the floor. He screamed. He was sure the extra added assault to his body, on top of the pain in his leg, would have knocked him unconscious. But of course because life liked fucking around with him, he stayed awake and alert.
Sam heard her running to him before she even got to the door. He laid down on the ground and just focused on his breathing, instead of on his leg.
She knocked on the door, "Sam? What's wrong?" he could hear the panic in her voice. Before he could even answer she was inside kneeling next to him. She looked him over, "Is it your leg?" she tried to figure out what had happened, "did you fall out of bed?" she attempted to pull him up, but Sam felt like his leg was on fire again. He grinded his teeth and grunted in pain. Mercedes let him go and ran out of the room. She brought his medication, painkillers, and a glass of water back with her. She put everything on the floor next to her, kneeled behind him, and pulled him up so that his head was on her chest. Sam tried to ignore the intimacy of the situation. It made him extremely uncomfortable to be so vulnerable and next to her at the same time. She handed the pills to him and the glass of water and he downed them both. He closed his eyes and waited for the medication to take hold. She quietly hummed behind him and soothingly smoothed her hand over his forehead. He felt himself drifting into sleep, but he didn't care. That was the most comfortable Sam had ever let himself be with any woman before.
He woke up the next morning on his bed. He looked around his room slightly confused. What the hell happened? He rubbed his leg and noticed that it felt perfectly fine. He lifted himself into his chair and rolled outside to the bathroom. But the door was locked. He rolled his eyes and knocked on it.
"Occupato" came her reply.
He crossed his arms over his chest, "Ms. Jones, you have your own bathroom upstairs," he scowled at the door, "why the hell are you in mine?"
"Mr. Evans," she sounded annoyed, "you never ask a lady why she's in the bathroom." Sam smirked at the realisation that he was getting to her.
"Well, I don't see a lady," he said snidely, "But I do see a woman who won't get the hell out of my bathroom." There was silence so he pounded on the door. "MS. JONES! GET OUT! I HAVE TO PEE!" Was that laughing he heard? There was a flush and then water running. Sam felt like his bladder was going to pop. With the amount of time it would take him to shimmy out of his pants and awkwardly stand he didn't think he would make it. She came out of the bathroom with a smug smile.
"Do you need helping using the little boys room?" Sam stared at her returned rudeness.
"No!," he slightly yelled at her, "what the hell am I?" he raised his eyebrow, "A mule?" a mule? Why the hell did I say a mule? She gave him a confused look.
"Mules don't need help using the bathroom." Fuck this! Sam had to pee like a trucker.
"EXACTLY! GET OUT OF MY WAY OR I WILL RUN YOUR ASS OVER SO HELP ME GOD" He screamed. She quickly jumped out of his way and he rolled in. He could hear her cackling after he closed the door. As he struggled to get out of his pants he vowed to get his revenge.
After his almost failed bathroom attempt, he rolled back into his bedroom. He moved himself on to his bed and laid back to think. When he had first seen Mercedes, he had been stunned by how beautiful she was. He had expected to see some old, hunch backed woman, with a hairy mole, and dentures. But, when he had rounded the corner he had seen her smooth skin, her perfect curves, her smile, and his heart began to pound. He didn't like the feeling at all. So he refused to even acknowledge her, which he knew was rude. But it was perfect.
If he treated her like all the other women in his life then she wouldn't feel the need to get attached to him and vice versa. He subconsciously rubbed his leg as he thought about it. He didn't want to admit it to Stevie, but Sam hadn't wanted Mercedes to be his nurse because of his initial feelings about her. He also felt like he had met her before or had at least seen her before and he couldn't figure out why she looked so familiar. He raked his brain for hours but couldn't remember where he had seen that smile before. He rubbed the back of his neck. Sometimes it hurt him as much as his leg did. It had been hurting him from his car accident and then the second one had messed it up even more for him. His eyes roamed over to his computer and he groaned. His mind flashed back to yesterday's ultimate embarrassment and he flushed.
When Sam had seen Mercedes talking to his brother the day before, he had silently looked her over. She had looked so good in her black jeans and pink top. He quickly noticed the uncomfortable tightening in his pants and took the opportunity to roll the hell out of the situation. He tried to squelch the arousal by thinking of unpleasant things, like Rachel's sweater. But then Mercedes would magically be wearing it and he got hot again. She had scared the crap out of him when she came to ask him if he wanted dinner, so he locked the door. He didn't want her seeing his man budge by accident. Fuck it, he had thought. He opened his laptop and typed in Black girls booty and ass.*
He had never looked at it before, but he needed something to remind him of Mercedes. He placed his laptop on his bed and tried his best to shimmy out of his pants. The damned action took him about five minutes to do because of his bad leg. He couldn't wait until he went to physical therapy. When he finally got his pants low enough he pressed play. Sam's eyes widened. Damnnn, he cocked his head to the side and just stared at the gloriousness before him. How the hell do they make it clap like that? It's like they're applauding me for just being on here. He just watched in awe for a bit and then started to get his business done when he heard the knock. Sam blanched. You've got to be kidding me.
"Mr. Evans?" he stopped the video and tried to stay silent. "Mr. Evans?" she said more loudly.
"GO AWAY!" he yelled praying that she would just leave him alone. He saw that she tried to turn the knob and he thanked the gods that he had remembered to lock it. He had smiled smugly at his own quick thinking.
"OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!" she yelled back. "YOU NEED YOUR MEDICINE!" Sam began to chuckle at how mad she sounded.
"FUCK THE MEDICINE!" he replied. He heard silence and then saw her shadow move away from the bottom of the door. He waited until he heard her go upstairs. Good, now back to my ebony goddesses. He pressed play again and tried to get back in the mood of the moment. But then he heard her run down the stairs and his hand froze. He heard her doing something to his doorknob and he panicked. "What are you doing?" he asked but he could still hear her fidgeting with the doorknob. Oh my god is she fucking picking the lock? Sam tried his best to pull his pants back up as fast as he could. "Stop whatever you're trying to do!" he heard the click and saw the door swing open. His jaw dropped. There she was looking pissed as hell staring at him with his damn wangdoodle swaying back and forth as if greeting her. She screamed an ear piercing scream and ran away from the room. Well, Sam slowly looked back at the computer that definitely killed the mood. He quickly closed his computer and rolled to the door and locked it again.
He waited for half an hour or so to make sure she had gone to sleep before he went to the kitchen to satisfy his hunger. He rolled around to the fridge and grabbed some Tupperware containers. Mmm, asparagus. He couldn't reach the microwave so he decided to just eat it all cold. He grabbed a fork and started munching away. Next thing he knew he heard something drop to the ground and Mercedes was standing there staring at him. Well this is uncomfortable. She mumbled something about a massage and walked away. Good she didn't mention anything, he had thought to of course she had to mention the porn. Sam dropped his fork in shock. The chick had balls, that was for sure.
Sam chuckled at the memory. Hey welcome to the house Ms. Jones! Oh and this is my penis. He decided that he had to get her out of the house after that. He tried to figure out what he could tell Stevie in order for him to fire her. He could say that she tried beating him with a broom or something. I can throw myself on the bottom of the stairs like right before he comes in. Sam shook his head, but how would she have gotten me up the stairs in the first place. He sighed. He couldn't lie to Stevie. Every time he lied his eye would start twitching and Stevie always caught it, much to Sam's annoyance. Nobody would ever know how hard it was to be a lawyer who couldn't lie in court or even slightly fabricate something. He heard his stomach grumble and decided that he would figure out a plan later on.
He slid back into his chair and rolled over to the kitchen where he found Mercedes sitting at the table eating a bowl of cereal and reading a newspaper. She looked at him over the top of it and then looked back down. He pulled the milk out of the fridge and placed it on the counter. He looked for the cereal and realised that she had put it on top of the fridge. He slowly glared in her direction and saw the subtle shake of her body. She's laughing at me. He rolled his eyes and rolled over to a lower cupboard and pulled out his spare box of cereal. As he poured it into his bowl he stared at her triumphantly and she rolled her eyes. He put the box back and rolled up to the table and sat in front of her.
She put her paper down and stared at him, "What?" he finally said after some time. She smiled a secretive smile and looked down. What the hell does that mean?
"Nothing at all," she smiled. Sam raised his eyebrow. Her face then got serious, "How is your leg?" Ah, so that really did happen. Sam shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "I know it was really hurting you last night," did he detect a hint of concern in her voice? He simply nodded and continued eating his cereal. "We need to make sure you take your pills every night from now on"
"Yup," he avoided looking at her face. A man never shows weakness, do you understand Sam? You'll never be anything if you're weak. Sam cringed at his father's voice in his head.
"Are you ready for your doctor's appointment tomorrow?" Sam knew she was trying to be friendly. But it annoyed him. He wasn't planning on falling into this trap.
"Nope" he said finishing off his cereal. He rolled to the sink and put his bowl in. He left the kitchen without saying another word to her. He heard her scoff behind him and mutter "catch you on the flip side motherfucker." He smirked. He would never admit it to anyone or even himself, but he loved the attitude with this one.
Later in the day he was working on some cases that he hoped he would still be able to defend once he got better. He heard the doorbell and immediately thought Stevie had come over. But Stevie has a key. Sam rolled to the door of his room and opened it a crack to hear what was going on.
"Hi can I help you?" he heard Mercedes say at the door. Who in the hell? The minute he heard the stranger's voice, his stomach cringed. He quickly shut the door quietly and manoeuvred himself on to his bed. He could hear Mercedes walking to his door, so he pulled his covers up to his neck and pretended he was sleeping. He didn't want to see her or talk to her. He didn't want to acknowledge the fact that she had hurt him by not even visiting.
Mercedes knocked on his door, "Mr. Evans, you girlfriend Quinn is here" Sam squeezed his eyes shut and turned to face the wall. He could hear Mercedes open the door, "I'm sorry he's asleep can you come back later?" he heard her tell Quinn.
"Well wake him up," was Quinn's reply. If Sam's eyes had been opened, he would have rolled them. "I haven't seen him for weeks. He'd want to see me." I'd want to see you in hell, that's for damn sure.
"I'm sorry," Mercedes said in an annoyed tone, "but he is healing and needs his rest," Yes, you tell that wench. "I refuse to wake him up just because you FINALLY decided that you should come and see if he was still alive."
"Excuse me," Quinn growled at Mercedes, "and who the HELL ARE YOU?" Oh shit. "That's my fucking boyfriend in there and you're just a simple maid who needs to mind her own damn business." Sam heard his door shut. However, he could still hear the muffled conversation. "GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME!" Quinn screamed.
"Get the hell out of this house, you blonde bimbo," Sam silently cheered for Mercedes in his head. "And for your information, I'M HIS NURSE BITCH!" the front door slammed. Sam was in shock. He slowly got up and scratched his face. Well that was hot. Mercedes suddenly opened his door and he jumped. "Crap did that wake you up?" he clutched his blanket and pulled it over his legs.
"What?" he tried to act oblivious. Mercedes raised her eyebrow.
"I didn't know you had a girlfriend," Sam rubbed his eyes.
"I don't," he gave her a look of indifference.
"I've noticed that you're a man of very few words," she said with a slight smile. Sam didn't know why but it gave him a fluttering feeling in his stomach. It's probably just gas, he thought.
"I don't like to waste my words," Her smile dropped. Shit, I didn't mean for it to come out like that. She just nodded and walked out. Whatever, it's a good thing if she hates you. Sam closed his eyes. Right?
*Thanks to suitablycontrary for this contribution, I also imagine Sam to be a closeted lover of big booties