He Saved Me 2

The Life of Santos

Arely's POV

After spending 3 and a half hours in the ER waiting room, his mom came out and found us sitting off in a corner. After she explained to Faith and Santos what had happened to Landon a couple years back, she then went on to explain how the scar on his brain had reformed and was causing his seizures to happen again.

"So what's gonna happen to him?" I asked.

"He needs another surgery. This time he's going to have to take a longer break from fighting... the last time it was about 6 months but this time he's looking at about 2 or 3 years" she seemed very upset.

"He up yet?" Santos asked.

"He is. He might be a little out of it, but he should be okay for visitors"

"What room is he in?" Faith asked.

Without another word, we all frantically searched for the elevator so we could find his room.

"Hell nah, I'm not taking no elevator" Santos stopped dead in his tracks.

"What?," Faith looked at him like he was crazy. "You mean to tell me you can bang Crip and get shot but you scared to ride an elevator?"

"You've been shot before?" I pressed the elevator button.

"Yeah" Santos replied pointing to the back of his neck.

"Bring your ass on" Faith yanked Santos by the arm to get him on the elevator right as the door was closing.

"How'd you get shot?" I asked.

"Bad deal"

"More like he got set up by his opps" Faith added.

"Man, shut the fuck up you always telling somebody business"

"I'll slap the fuck outta you boy, don't talk to me like that" Faith bucked up at him.

"Okay... okay... not right now please. Today is not the day"

As soon as the elevator doors opened we found his room down the hall.

"You go ahead... we'll wait"

I walked in slowly closing the door softly behind me. Immediately after I turned around, our eyes met instantly.

"Hey baby" I sat next to his bed.

"Hey" Landon replied.

"How are you feeling?"

"Sore..."

"Aww, baby"

"I can't fight for 3 years now" he looked at me with tears building in his eyes.

"I know... I'm sorry babe, but you know you need to get better first."

"Fuck that.."

"Landon"

"How am I gonna provide for us? We have a baby on the way, Relly" he sat up a little.

"Relax, you shouldn't be getting yourself worked up like this. We're going to be okay."

He shook his head.

Landon's POV

"Babe" Arely waited for me to make eye contact with her.

"..." I didn't answer.

"Lan—"

"WHAT?!" I snapped.

Arely jumped back a little and I'll admit even I didn't expect it to come out like that. Almost instantly, the door opened and Santos and Faith walked in wondering what was wrong.

Arely left the room without saying a word so Faith followed her.

"What happened cuhs?" Santos sat down.

"... I didn't. I didn't mean for it to come out like that." I looked down.

"Just chill, you good?"

"Yeah, just sore"

"Yo, you scared the hell out of us for real. I'm glad you straight though" he smiled slightly.

I don't care what anyone says, Santos is a good guy. I mean people think that cause he's a Crip and got a record that he's just some dumbass dropout that chose guns and drugs over college and books, but that's not the case because that motherfucker is smart.

He's got a good head on his shoulders and he sticks to his morals for sure. He's always told me he'd have my back through anything and he hasn't lied to me yet... so I'll always have his.

"I have to have another surgery" I told him.

"I heard, but I know you gon' be straight"

There was a small silence.

"Santos," he looked at me. "... I can't lie, I'm scared"

"... You want to know how I got this scar?" He pointed to the back of his neck.

"How?"

"It's crazy cause we just talked about this shit on the elevator but, when I was 15 I got put on Rollin' 60's Neighborhood Crips. I mean I was already affiliated 'nd shit cause I was deep into carhoppin', robbin', doing dirty work for the big homies. One day this dude named Blue had this deal he wanted me to run for him so you know, I grabbed the Glock 30 and went to get that shit done. The deal went bad when them motherfuckers tried to play me with some fake hundos... I'll leave you to look up the rest."

"That's it?" I looked confused.

"Nah... just for that part of the story. So speed up a little bit maybe 4 months and it's like the night before my 16th birthday. I had been out all night servin' tryna make money cause me and the Locs was gonna get fucked up that day. I had a weird feeling about this one play I had to do... something about it just wasn't right. But I was like fuck it I need the money so I waited. I'm in a stolo, 2 pounds of weed, 3 kilos of cocaine, and 50 3 milligram Xans and on top of that I'm 16 with a .45. Not the point but you get that I was dirty, so I'm waiting and just as they pull up my moms starts calling back to back so I was like alright I'll call her back, let me just do this deal real quick. I get out with the shit in my pocket, Glock in my pants... I'm straight, I walk up and as soon as I'm like 10 feet away, that motherfucker upped it and missed. I threw the drugs and I turned around and ran tryna pull my heat out but it pointless cause he shot again and hit me in the neck."

"Damn.."

"I remember laying there listening to them take everything but the shit that was on me which was my money, my phone, and my gun. I couldn't breathe and I couldn't call for help, meanwhile my phone is on the ground too far from my reach ringing and it was my moms that was still calling me..." Santos struggled to keep control of the tears he was fighting back.

"When I woke up in the hospital, I thought I was dead and I know niggas always say I thought I was dead but I deadass thought I was dead... my moms walks in and she's just cryin' hard and I didn't know why she was cryin' so hard but... it took my uncle to tell me what happened to me cause I didn't know. He read the report to me, I was so fucked up I couldn't read right and it said that I got up and walked 5 blocks and passed out right in front of a cop at a stop sign. I was dead all the way until I got to the hospital..."

"And you're still here..." I smiled slightly.

"I was scared. That's the only time in my life I've ever been scared of anything. What makes it crazy is that I had 5 seizures in the hospital because my nerves in my neck got damaged and caused it somehow, I had 2 surgeries to help me walk and talk again and I might need one more... but the reason why I told you this is because you're my dog, since the very first day you've kept it real. I know how it feels to sit in that bed wondering how my life might play out in the future... don't worry about that. We got you cuhs, if anything, you got us to help you get better... I put that on my set, on my life"

"Thank you, Santos"

"Much love for you Cuhs... no gay shit"

I laughed.

"Yeah, no gay shit"

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