Chapter 43: Baby NewYork-Presbyterian Lower Manhattan Hospital, New York December 8th, 4:30 pm
You got my heart working overtime You got my mind going crazy Either way, long you alive, you my baby
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"I just want you to get better...I miss you so much." Maleah sighed, her thumb running up and down the back of Chris' hand that was limp in her hold. Using her other hand, she caressed the side of his face that wasn't as hurt gently, careful not to hurt him even though he was still knocked out.
Thankfully he wasn't dead, being rushed to the hospital and instantly having work done on him a week prior. But he was still unconscious, having a tube down his throat because he couldn't breathe on his own. His gunshot wounds were healing, the wounds from whatever beating he took were healing too, but the hurt Maleah felt wasn't. It pained her when she had to wake up and allow yet another day to go by without a response from him, or any sign of him waking up soon. She didn't leave the side of his hospital bed, forcing her sister and Jazlyn to bring her clothes and all of that so she could do her hygiene at the hospital which she was fine with.
She seen her kids, but she had her parents take them because she knew she wasn't in the right mental space to tend to them accordingly. Never would she put a man before her children, but Chris obviously wasn't just "a man." He was important to all of them, whether she liked to admit it or not.
"Still nothing?" Looking up at the sound of Luca's voice, Maleah simply shook her head no before placing her attention back on Chris. She felt like all she did was stare at him, and when she wasn't doing that, she was praying over him and "with him" that he would get better. She cried everyday thinking about the possibility of him not waking up, Maleah not knowing what she would do if she ever had to hear news that he didn't pull through.
"No..." She sighed, staring at his face as her chest rose and fell unsteadily. "I haven't even been told much of anything, the doctors aren't updating me because they claim there's nothing to really update on his condition. But I can clearly see they just aren't trying to tell me the truth which is that he isn't getting better." She spoke quietly, but Luca still heard.
"He's fighter though, he ain't giving up." Luca smiled, taking a seat on the free chair on the other side of Chris' bed. But those words weren't enough for Maleah.
"Why would anyone do something like this to him though? Of all people? I mean I know he can be an asshole, but he's a sweetheart when it comes to actual people, like strangers and all of that. Those that he doesn't quite know, and when he's on his medication he acts like that all the time. To not only jump him, but then shoot him? For what?"
"We looked into it a little bit, and it was a vengeance thing for Myles in the words of Cylis. Whatever gang he was in, he told them that Myles was someone important to him who was killed by Chris and deserved justice for his name. Why he did that shit? I couldn't tell you, but their motive was to kill him. Don't know how they thought 3 bullets without one in the head would do such. Yes he had one in his chest, and it was clearly aimed for the heart, but they missed by a half inch. Which is the only reason he still in this bitch fighting." Sighing, Maleah looked back towards him, her eyes blinking rapidly to contain her tears.
