Dre's Issues

The Aneurysm

*Dre's POV*

Daylight crept up on him as he laid in bed, still attempting to fall asleep. He had been tossing and turning all night. Still not use to sleeping alone. He looked over at his bedside clock, hoping that it was still early enough to attempt to sleep at least an hour.

7:13a.m.

Uuugh. He groaned as he reached for his phone, checking to see if anyone had tried to contact him through the night. He pulled up his calendar to double check what time the meeting with his lawyer was scheduled for.

'8:30. Okay so if I get up now I'll have some time to make myself a cup of coffee and just relax for a bit.'

He attempted to convince himself to get up but just couldn't. He continued to lie there tired but unable to sleep for another hour. Finally by about 8 he decided to get up. He searched through his closet for a black button down shirt. No need to put pants on though. It was just a Skype call and he really wasnt feeling it anyways. He made his way downstairs and into the kitchen. The scent of the coffee helped ease his now growing headache as he brewed it.

For the next hour, his lawyer went through the plan of attack for his court hearing with Nicole  on Wednesday. This better be the last time they had to get together and discuss their divorce. By this time he was ready for it to be over with. This year had been hell for him, the divorce alone was enough to kill his spirit but with the lockdown and everything... Dre was feeling beat down. Throughout the day he could feel that something was off. He was nervous. Anxious. He just wanted this court date to be over with. In an attempt to keep his mind off of it he switched between working out, masturbating, and trying to tweak old beats. His new album wasn't done yet and he wasn't sure when or if he was gonna release it. That was just another headache that he didn't even want to deal with.

By about 5p.m. he decided to head into the studio and play with some sounds while the others trickled in. Within an hour the studio was poppin off with smoke, fire beats, and good vibes all around.

"Damn Dre this beat is sounding kinda sad."

"Nigga I ain't done with it yet."

"Nah Dre. He means it legitimately sounds sad. Like you're sad."

"I cant make hype beats all the time. Gotta switch it up."

Now that he thought about it, they were right. The beat was sad. In both ways. It did have a dreary sound to it and he was having trouble making it sounds whole. Normally he could just hear every little detail in his head bit today, the sounds weren't there. He couldn't stop thinking about... just... everything. The divorce.  Corona. George Floyd. The election. He wanted so badly to just focus on the music.

"Dre?"

"Hm?" He was suddenly pulled back by the sound of his name

"You alright big man?"
"We've been talking to you for a minute and you ain't said nothin."

"Nah I'm good. Just focused."

"So what you think about that?"

"About what?"

"Maaann I think Dre must have smoked something earlier." They joked "damn dogg you really didn't hear me at all? About the whole album concept? Man I was going for a straight like 30 minutes."

What? 30 minutes? Dre pulled out his phone and glanced at the time. How the hell? I mean. He knew he had been a bit lost in his thoughts but not for that long. No way.

"Hey Dre. Man you sure you're good?" The D.O.C. asked, concerned

He hadn't smoked anything. He had been sipping on his drink a bit but that's it. He wasn't even buzzed.

"FUCK!"

Dre quickly hunched over and gripped onto his head as a sharp pain suddenly stabbed him in the temple. It was unlike any migraine he had ever felt before.

"Dre? Andre. Dude. You good!?"

The group watched as Dre went from yelling, to grabbing his head, and finally collapsing all within a matter of seconds. His head slammed against the ground as he fell.

"Oh fuck!"

"Is he alright?"

"Dre. Dre. Dude come on man."

They gently shook him in an attempt to wake him up but it was no use. The engineer grabbed his cellphone and called for an ambulance.

"Is he dead? Yall. What the fuck."

"Nah he ain't dead he ain't dead."

"Is he breathing?"

"Yeah I think so."

"Well what are we doing? Do we give him CPR or something!?"

"Nigga I dunno. I dunno what the fuck just happened."

....

"Mr. Young... Mr. Young can you hear me? *into a radio* he's not responding. ETA 5 minutes his oxygen levels are low. No signs of it being a seizure or possible overdose."

....

"We need to get him in for an MRI immediately. This could be fatal."

....

"Mr. Young?"

The faint beeping of a heart monitor sounded in the back ground. He laid there confused with tears gently streaming down his face as he struggled to figure out what was going on. He tried desperately to remember what happened but he could only piece together small parts.

"Mr. Young are you able to respond to me?"

He tried to catch his breath as he laid there surrounded by medical equipment and doctors. Still not a clue as to what had happened.

'2020 was bad enough. Why did 2021 have to start like this?'

END

Don't forget about Dre. As of today (Thursday January 7th) he is still in the ICU, his house was almost burglarized Tuesday night, and he even had to settle a court dispute with Nicole from his hospital bed.
Hope he gets better soon. #PrayForDre