2 days later.
"Nyiah stop crying baby. Come home. You need to go to sleep." Dave said, on FaceTime with Nyiah.
She was currently sitting in Demani's hospital room, sitting in the uncomfortable chair next to his bed.
"This shit my fault. This is my fucking fault oh my god." She wiped her face with her already damp sleeve from previously wiping her tears.
She'd been up here since he'd been admitted. He was so close to death, if she wouldn't have got there when she did, he would've died within minutes.
She hadn't been to sleep, she hadn't ate, only thing she did was shower. She felt so bad, knowing she had a part in him slitting his wrist.
"Nyiah stop blaming yourself. You didn't do it Zikani. You gone take yourself down if you keep giving yourself the blame." Dave told her as she watched Demani, peacefully sleep in the bed, his arm bandaged.
"I know. I'll be home later." She mumbled, keeping her eyes on Demani.
"I love you. Call me back." He said, and she gave him a soft smile as she looked down at the camera.
"I love you too baby. Byebye." She waved, before hanging up.
She rested her elbow on his bed, her head resting on her hand. She used her other hand to grab his, rubbing her thumb softly over it.
He wasn't in a coma or anything, he'd just been given medicine to stop the pain while his wrist had been sewed up, and had yet to wake up from the medicine yet.
The nurses told her it was normal, but it had been two days and she'd missed him.
She laid her face in her arm, crying softly as she continued holding his hand. Her leg shook slightly as she listened to his machines beep.
"What you crying fa'?" Demani rasped, and she popped her head up.
"Oh my god Demani." She wrapped her arms around his neck, her cries becoming a bit louder as he wrapped one of his arms around her.
"I'm so sorry Demani Jay. I'm so fucking sorry baby. I'm sorry, I should've le-." She started, and he cut her off.
"Stop Nyiah. Don't do that baby." He mumbled, and she sniffed, laying next to him once he scooted over.
"I'm so sorry Demani. Oh my god I been trying rehearse what I'd say when you woke up and now my mind is blanking." She pouted, and he chuckled, lifting his wrist up.
"I cut too deep. It was an accident." He mumbled, and she wiped her face.
"I'm sorry. Did I-." "No Zikani." He cut her off, and she sniffed.
"Yes I did Demani, don't lie to me." She said, and he lowly sighed, making her nod.
"I know baby. I know, and I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry." She wrapped her arms around his neck, and tears fell out of his eyes as he rested his head on her shoulder.
"I miss you so bad Zikani." His voice cracked, and she felt like her heart broke.
She cried on his shoulder as she rubbed his back, hugging tight around his neck.
She attempted to pull back, and he held her tighter, puking her on top of him.
"Demani I-." She started, and he cut her off.
"Just for a minute Nyny. Please." He mumbled, and she relaxed in his lap, leaning her head on his shoulder. He held around her waist, rubbing his back as his head rested in his neck.
"I'm so sorry Mani." She sniffed, rubbing his neck.
"I needed you Nyiah. I needed my baby and you was mad at me. I'm sorry. Whatever I did I'm sorry for it. I need you so bad Zikani." He told her.
