Losing Angel

Chapter 17

Author's Note

Hey beautiful people!

I am soooo sorry it's taken me this long to update. I started a new job in February and its full-time so if I'm not at work then I'm sleeping and when I have had time to write I've had so much writer's block it's been nearly impossible to write anything.

But I managed to write two chapters for y'all. They are decent length. I hope you like it and don't be mad at me please!

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Eli POV

The car was silent as I sped down the road weaving in and out of traffic. All that could be heard was the sound of the sirens as we followed the ambulance transporting Marco to the nearest hospital. It seemed as if I were in a daze as flashes of Marco's lifeless body lying in a pool of his own blood flashed in my mind. My breath picked up and my heart raced as I thought of the worst possible outcome. I prayed to God that Marco would be good because there would be hell to pay if he wasn't.

Soon enough we pulled into the hospital. The ambulance sped up to the front while I parked in a no parking zone right by the entrance not even caring if my shit got got towed. The EMTs and nurses rushed him into the hospital spewing a bunch of medical terms at each other. Me and the guys tried to follow but a nurse stopped us, sending us to a waiting room.

As we walked, in I noticed the room was surprisingly empty, and it was just us in this section except for two people on the other end of the room. I guess its because we were in a small town. D went and sat on a couch a few feet away from us, he had been quiet since the ambulance arrived. Six sat by the entrance, and I sat a few chairs down from him.

1 AM

We had been in the waiting room for about 4 hours waiting to hear from the nurses but no one came. I decided to stand up and stretch my legs. I put my hands over my head and paced around the room thinking about what happened tonight. I was livid about this shit and all I could think was that this was my fault. Niggas told me to not to play the waiting game but I did it anyway and put us in this situation. Bottom line, if Marco didn't make it, shit was on me. I sighed as I slid down the wall and folded my hands.

"I know what you thinkin man and its not yo fault. Marco gon be good, trust me." Six said coming over to me.

"I made the decision to hold off on making any moves, so this shit is on me."

"We decided to live this life and to follow yo lead. Nobody forced our hand. We knew what could happen when we signed up for this shit. Ain't nobody to blame but our damn selves."Instead of responding I just sighed and nodded my head to signal that I heard him. A few minutes later two doctors walked in the room.

"Family of Mr. Rivera?"

"Yeah that's us" I said walking over as D and Six did the same.

"My name is Dr. Abrams and this is my resident Dr. Hawkins. Mr. Rivera suffered three gunshot wounds, one in his chest and two in his abdomen. Luckily, the two in his abdomen did not hit any vital organs. But, the last bullet in his chest pierced his heart, causing significant damage to the surrounding tissue. To repair this, we had to temporarily stop his heart during surgery, but we weren't able to get it started again, his heart was just too weak. We did all we could but I'm sorry to say that Mr. Rivera didn't make it."

"Tell me you lyin doc? It can't end like this man!" D said to the doctor.

"I'm sorry there was nothing more we could do." the doctor said as they walked away.