Main Thing

38.

ᴛᴡᴏ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜꜱ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ

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It's been two months—two fucking months since my best friend's been in a coma. Sophie called me in tears, telling me that I needed to get my ass on a plane and come to Houston. I expected the worst, but when I finally got here and found out what happened to Talia, I lost it. That fucker not only put his hands on her but beat her into a coma, killing my niece and nephew in the process. I never thought I'd ever see Talia like this, hooked up to machines and fighting for her life.

The anger and sadness that we all felt were overwhelming. But what we felt was nothing compared to how Drake felt. Yeah, he was fucking crazy off his meds and stressed us all out, but he would never lay a hand on Talia. He loved her too much to ever do something like that to her.

I walked over to where Chubbs sat outside Talia's door and kicked his black Timbs, waking him up. "I come with gifts." I grinned, handing him the cup of coffee that I had just bought from the hospital cafeteria.

Chubbs rubbed his eyes and took a grateful sip, his tired face showing a hint of relief. "Thanks, J. Woods," he muttered, his voice filled with exhaustion. "It's been a rough night." Ain't that the truth, Since this happened, it was like Aubrey called every one of his cousins to secure the private hospital wing that he had Talia move to. He didn't trust anyone but his family right now, especially since information about Talia's condition was leaked to the press within twenty-four hours of her being admitted.