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"Where is she?" I asked as I practically ran to the doctor that was talking to Siah.
"What happened?" Tae asked the same time as I did since we got there at the same time.
"Are you related to the victim?" He asked me.
"Yes we're her parents." I said with tears forming in my eyes.
"Serayah was stabbed three times in her abdomen. She passed out from the pain but the blade didn't hit a major artery so she's going to be okay." He said. "But she did lose a good amount of blood, she's luck it could've been worse." He said.
"Can we see her?" Siah asked and he nodded. "She's asleep from the medicine just so you can be aware in room 317." He said before walking away.
"What the fuck happened?" Tae asked and I looked at Siah seeing blood on him.
"I was just on the phone wit her and she said somebody was following her then all of the sudden I heard her fighting wit Ayanna then I heard a nigga voice. It was a set up." He said.
"Did you hear anyone else?" I asked.
"Jada- That's the girl was throwing shots at her." I cut him off.
"They dumb as fuck if they think ain't shit finna happen to them ion give a fuck bout nothing." Tae stood up.
"Zyair calm down- Ian tryna hear none of that shit right now." He cut me off.
"That's ight." Siah chuckled looking at Serayah. I'm in a room with two crazy people. They just don't know who they messed wit.
"I'll be back." I said.
"Where you going?" Tae asked.
"Make a call." I mumbled going outside of the hospital room. I called my brother Deshawn, Teyana, and Tre to let them know the situation. I also texted Keilan cause I know he had ties with Ayanna.
It didn't take long for them to come either. I just told Semaj to pick up Keoni, Telling him to come to the hospital wasn't gone make it no better and I didn't want to put Keilan in that situation.
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