if you see these men, RUN. || (DAVE EAST) (CHRIS BROWN)

Chapter 106

Q Grey
This apple juice was so good. I was on my like 8th juice box and these nurses just kept it coming.

I was living like a king. Air conditioning, I was on hard core drugs fa pain relief, MTV was on, and they were about to serve me breakfast. I was bein pampered like a baby. Only thing I ain't like was the fact that I was butt ass naked under this hospital gown.

But honestly this Vicodin was bout to put me to sleep. I could see why niggas did this shit fa fun. I was in heaven.

It was nice and quiet and I didn't even need sound on the tv to know Martin was cuttin on Tommy fa not having a job. Laughing anyways, reading them subtitles.

Suddenly, my door opened and the doctor came walking in. It was the surgeon who'd actually removed the bullet from my shoulder. So grateful fa ha. I heard I lost hella blood and was this close ta being paralyzed. The bullet was 1 inch away from a main artery in my arm. But God had my back fasho. Removed the bullet, stitched a nigga right back up.

"Quentin. You have some visitors." She smiled, letting my mom in the room first. Then Eli followed behind ha.

"Hi guys." I waved, with a smile on my face. It was nice to see them fa real.

Plus I felt extra good. I hoped they kept the Vicodin and percs coming.

Pushing past the doctor, my mom charged towards me and gave me the biggest hug.

"Wait- wait. I'm still sore!" I exclaimed, trying not to lift my arm. It was in a cast and the shit hurt like hell if too much pressure was applied.

"I don't care, I don't care!" She cried.

"Maaaaa!" I exclaimed. "Get off me."

Pulling away, shawty couldn't stop crying. "I'm gonna fuck all those doctors up. They told me you were dead. Whole time you were just in surgery. It was mistaken identity. Like how do you mix that up?" She sobbed.

"Ma it's okay. Just chill. I'm okay. I'm just sippin on my juice and watching Martin reruns. Look. Cole toenail just hit Gina inna fo head." I laughed, pointing to the tv.

"Fuck that. I just wanna know if you're okay. How did this even happen? Where were you? I have so many questions. We need to get this guy. I'm bringing in the police. I don't care."

"I was hangin in Rainer Beach with Von. I dropped nigga home then stopped ta get sum to eat. Next thing you know I get popped in an empty parkin lot, I'm bleeding and screamin fa help, and my chains got snatched." I shrugged, sipping on my apple juice.

"Quentin! You know you shouldn't be in Rainer Beach! How many times have I told you and your brother to stay out of the hood? Those people are not your friends and will not accept your come up." She explained, crying ha eyes out. "I'm disappointed in you. Mad at you even. But I know it's not your fault. It's not like you asked for this to happen. And I'm so sorry."

"My bad mama. Ion wanna make you cry nah. I wunt thinkin. Von needed a ride but I shouldna stopped at that drive-through. I just be forgettin shit ain't sweet."

"I don't want you in Rainier Beach. You don't need anything in that town. Everything you have is in Bellevue and the city. You don't need to be running around with those boys and letting them turn you into something you're not. What did we talk about?"

"You right." I nodded.

But if only she knew the truth.

Taking a deep breath, she wiped her tears and went in for another hug. Then she kissed me on the forehead. "I'm glad you're okay. And best believe this hospital staff will be dealt with."