Chapter 44: Little Bit NewYork-Presbyterian Lower Manhattan Hospital, New York January 15th, 1:23 pm
But still I, they know I I would do it, push a button Pull a trigger, climb a mountain Jump off a cliff 'cause you're my baby
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His hand tapped around the soft bedding gently, moving as carefully as he could due to too much pressure causing slight pain to jolt through his arm. Blinking his eyes slowly, he attempted to feel around again to see if there was an emergency button in the distance. He didn't want to raise his body or move too quickly, not sure what exactly was going on, and especially not sure if he had any injuries that could have affected him negatively had he just sat up.
"Shit!" He cursed, his face scrunched up at another sharp pain shooting through his body. Looking down as best as he could though the darkness in the room, he couldn't make out anything aside from the fact he was in a hospital room. He didn't see any bandages nor could he feel any, but he remembered why he was there regardless. He wasn't sure how much time passed, what wounds he had and how he was healing...but he remembered everything that happened as if it was yesterday, since that's what it felt like.
Tapping around again until he felt something that seemed to be a button, he pressed down on it rapidly. He could only pray he was pressing on something that indicated he needed help, and not something that would further worsen his condition.
Seeing the door open, he seen nothing but a shadow for a minute until hearing a voice that he instantly recognized. "I been trying to do my best to figure shit out with Maleah, but they not budging and I think it's cause he a chief...nigga I don't have to ask questions to know she didn't do that shit, this dude is her daughters father the hell...nah he ain't wake up yet-."
"Luca!" Chris croaked out as best as he could, wincing because the small action hurt his throat badly. He watched Luca pause for a second, just staring out into the distance until he waved whatever he was hearing off. Clearly thinking he was just imagining things.
Mentally facepalming himself, Chris attempted to move his body more, but he couldn't. "Luca!" He called out again, his voice getting a little louder though it still pained him.
This time, Luca's head snapped over in his direction with a look of shock on his face. Although it was dark, he could still make out his best friends eyes that shone through, something that he hadn't seen in what felt like ages. Dropping everything in his hands, he quickly rushed over to Chris, but abruptly stopped so he could rush over towards the light in the room first. Just to triple check he wasn't just going crazy due to how much he longed for seeing his friend just wake up out of his temporary sleep.
"Nigga..." He whispered out, once his eyes finally locked on those of Chris' through the dim light. Finally having the chance to see his body in light, Chris glanced down to see that he was basically constricted completely. His limbs strapped to the bed in a way that made it impossible for him to move anything aside from his hands that stuck out.
