Warning: This chapter may have some content that may be triggering, please proceed with caution.
Monday, August 22nd, 7:00 pm
I don't want to have this conversation with the twins. They love Layla, she's their world. The baby is on a vent and it looks as though he may have some brain damage from the compression blocking oxygen to his brain. Layla was drugged and started to seize on us, we had to put her in a medically induced coma. We will start to decrease the medicine to allow her to wake up in a day or two.
Security is now on high alert. They can look all they want, but I know that Keisha had something to do with this. Her story does not make sense. She is a really good actress, the tears she has been shedding have been consistent. She is not the person I thought she was. I should have listened to Sarah when she said she thought she was faking postpartum.
She's going to wish that she just focused on her child and her future. Layla is family to us, and my wife had to be escorted home by Kennis and Jason due to her being distraught. No one harms my family and gets away with it.
Layla was happy and just starting to overcome the grief from Ken divorcing her. She had started to accept that they needed to move on with their lives and just be friends for their son's sake. I know she had days that she wanted to fall back into old habits, but she always powered through. When she wakes and if her son has brain damage, this will destroy her.
"Dad, are you ready to speak with her family?"
"I need to make this call first. Please lock the door."
I pulled out my second line from my desk and dialed a number that I usually only call for holidays and special occasions.
"What's wrong?"
"Something happened at the hospital today. One of my patients was attacked and drugged. Her child is possibly brain dead. This patient was like a daughter to us. I had to send Sarah home because she couldn't deal with what happened."
"I'll be there in the morning. As a matter of fact, I'm sending someone tonight. Make sure they get all of the information that you have."
We don't say anything else, there's nothing to be said. This will be handled.
"I hope this does not cause problems with the twins. I don't know what they are into, but it's not all legal. Her dad scares the shit out of me."
"It will be fine. The only person who should be fearing anything is the person who's responsible."
"You still think that it's his kid's mother?"
"If it wasn't, she knows more about it than she is saying. You saw the same footage I did. Her story is weak and I think she knows it. Why would they only attack Layla? She would have been a witness."
The security guards showed me the video of the police questioning her. I'm a street nigga from birth, I know how to spot a snake.
"Let's get this over with. They may be hostile but don't forget what you were taught. I don't blame any reaction they may have, because I would be the same way. However, you are my son and if things get out of hand they will understand how much I love my child as well."
"You are the same way, Dad. You would have killed anyone who was even in the vicinity of the location. You are a great dad, and a great doctor, nothing that happened was your fault."
The hospital put them on an isolated wing because the twins and Rome were raising hell. As they should. They pay a lot of money for those VIP rooms, and make yearly donations that help keep the hospital afloat. There should have been more security on the wing. Usually it is, so this gets even more complicated, it could have been an inside job.
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Unconditional Love
General Fiction'You can't have a testimony, without a test.' How much heartache can one person have before enough is enough? Layla has had the best and worst experiences a woman can ever imagine. As soon as she thinks she has found peace, her world is turn upsid...
