Queen Bee

December 2005 (2)/January 2006(1)

Rushing into the large, sterile smelling hospital behind all the boys and Paul, we tried our best to locate the neurology unit. After running around for what felt like forever, we finally found it. But now it was the challenge of figuring out which recovery room Obie was placed in. Of course, with it being New Years and the middle of the fucking night, it seemed as if almost every nurse was too busy to stop and help us find him. I mean sure, it's the neurology unit, they have patients with fuckin' brain cancer, but still! You would think someone could at least spare a second to help find my friend with a goddamn bullet lodged in his fuckin' brain?!

"Yo! It's down here!" Von yelled out, causing all seven of us to essentially bolt towards him. Walking as fast as our legs would take us, we finally found it a few doors down from where Von had originally said. Bursting into the room with absolutely no warning, we were quickly caught off guard by a somehow completely awake and coherent Obie, while his girlfriend was, and rightfully so, still clearly very shook up. 

"Yo, what the fuck guys?" Obie chuckled at the sight of all our nervous and worried faces. "What the hell are ya'll doin' here?" 

"Yo, what the hell are you doin' here?!" Proof yelled in shock. 

"Monica called me and said you got shot in the fuckin' head!" I added, in regards to his girlfriend who claimed she was in the passenger seat when his goddamn car got shot up at a stoplight. 

"Yeah, I did, but it ain't that bad or nothin'. They gon' discharge me in the mornin'." Obie casually replied, taking a sip of water from his styrofoam cup. 

"What?!" Paul screeched as all of our eyes went wide as saucers. 

Obie laughed once more. "Well there's nothin' they can do 'bout it! They ain't wanna operate 'cause the bullets too close to some important part of my brain or somethin', so they just stitched me up, gave me a bunch of pain meds, and yeah I'm feelin' fine now."

"You ain't lose consciousness or nothin'?! How the fuck ain't you in a goddamn coma right now?!" Swifty quickly piped up. 

Obie shrugged. "Yeah, I don't know, it's weird though, right? Like I drove me and Monica here and everything." 

"Holy fuck, Obie. I can't fuckin' believe ya right now." I mumbled, roughly running my hands over my face as all my adrenaline attempted to settle itself. 

Obie laughed again. "What?! Did ya'll want me to be dyin'?!" 

"Well we thought you fuckin' were, that's for goddamn sure!" Biz added. 

"Nah, I ain't dyin'. Ya can't get rid of me that quickly." Obie joked with a grin. 

"So, do ya know who the fuck did it then?!" I asked. 

Obie shook his head. "Nah. We already talked to the cops, I didn't seem 'em, neither did Monica. All I can remember was that a white car had pulled up beside us at the light, and then the bullets started flyin', my windows shattered, and all of a sudden there was blood everywhere. I ain't even know which one of us had gotten shot!" 

"Well who the fuck would wanna kill ya?!" Paul asked. 

"I don't know. But I'm sure there's a few people out there who would like to." Obie casually replied. 

"Oh my god, this is so fucked up." Shaking his head, Paul began to anxiously pace the room. As we all continued conversing on who the fuck could have done it, or would at least wanna do it, I felt as my phone began to vibrate from deep within my pockets. Fishing around for it, I flipped it open, immediately recognizing Angel's name as it ran across the screen. 

Deciding to just excuse myself without saying anything, I quietly made my way through the door and back into the hallway. Hitting accept, I brought the device up towards my ear, closing the door gently behind me. "Yo."

"I just found out about Obie! Is he okay?! What's goin' on?!" Angel yelled, surprisingly in a panic. What happened to her hating all of Shady Records guts, huh? 

"Fuck do you care for? He's fine." I spat. 

A rough sigh left her lips. "Marshall, 'course I care! He's an asshole but he's your friend." 

"Yeah, well, my friend is fine, thanks for askin'. Is that all ya called for? To snoop 'round in my business?" 

"Oh my god, Marshall, shut the fuck up. The last thing I'm doin' is snooping, I was just worried, okay? But if ya wanna be like that, neverfuckin'mind-" 

"Aight! I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I replied, my tone sounding nothing short of defeated. I don't know why she would reach out over someone she so clearly hates gettin' shot, but it is kinda nice that she did. "Thanks for checkin'. There's just a lot goin' on right now, it's been a crazy fuckin' night." 

"Yeah, no kidding. But ya said he's okay?" 

"Yeah." I nodded. "Apparently he's fine, the bullets lodged in his skull and they ain't wanna operate on it unless they gotta, so from the sounds of it they're just gon' leave it in. But other than that he's totally fine. Clear, coherent, everything. It's fuckin' nuts, actually. I was expectin' to walk into him bein' in a damn coma." 

"Well, yeah, obviously. I don't know how the fuck he isn't?" She responded, confused. 

"Yeah, me fuckin' either, but I guess he's just lucky." 

"Mm, well that's really good, Marshall. I'm so glad to hear he's gonna be okay." Her tone turned genuine. 

"Fuck, me too. I thought for sure we were gon' fuckin' lose him, the whole way over I was just outta my goddamn mind over it. I can't fuckin' imagine losin' him, that'd be brutal." 

"Yeah, of course. That'd be a big fuckin' loss for all of you." 

"Yeah, exactly right? Thank god we still got him." 

"Mhm, now don't none of ya'll be tryna go after the guy who did it. That's just puttin' all of your guys' lives at risk for no reason." 

"Trust me, I'd fuckin' love to but Obie ain't got even a clue who coulda done it. I mean, there's so many people out there who'd love to kill him, I'm sure, so it's hard to just nail it down to one, y'know?" 

"Yeah, well that's good. Keep it that way. Don't go pursuin' nothin' so then you too windup with a bullet in your fuckin' skull." 

"Why? Thought you ain't care if I lived or died?" I asked, seriously. 

She sighed as if she was annoyed. "Marshall-"

"Look, I'm just sayin'-" 

"No! You ain't just sayin'! I'm callin' to try and be supportive, but you just wanna start a fight with me! And for what?! What the fuck did I do?!"

"You know what you did." I deadpanned. 

"Nah, you're actin' fuckin' childish. Your friend damn near died and this is what the fuck you wanna talk to me 'bout? Get on my nerves again 'cause I ain't get back together with you? When all ya had to do was just stay an extra fuckin' week in that program? And not to mention, you're 'bout to get married again! Stop actin' like a goddamn two year old and get the fuck over yourself! There's more important shit goin' on right now than why I ain't wanna be with you, stop bein' so fuckin' selfish." 

"Y'know what bitch?! I was tryna be fuckin' nice to ya-" I spat, just as the line went dead, leaving nothing behind but a few annoying beeps. "Cunt!" I seethed once more, snapping my phone shut just as I tore it away from my ear. Whatever. I was right from the fuckin' get go. All she wanted was to just stick her nose in my goddamn business where it ain't belong, she ain't never give a fuck to support me, or my friends! She hates Obie! She hates everyone on Shady Records! 'Course she's only callin' for her own gain. I was stupid to ever try to be nice to her in the first fuckin' place.