(Isis POV)
27 | Chapter Twenty Seven
June, 2015 | Harlem, New York
I felt terrible.
More than terrible.
I felt sick to my stomach. The hospital was beginning to irk me, and I had been here for two days straight. The chair I was sitting on almost seemed to be the bed that I've managed to out grow out of. Joey had been shot. It was obvious he had been shot for as soon as the bullet left the gun that I held, Nyson released his. His aim had been terrible however, I didn't know whether to be grateful for that or still pissed at the fact that he shot Joey. He was shot in the shoulder, and almost as soon as Nyson hit the ground, I rushed over to Joey. He was bleeding a lot, and it took me three minutes to actually find out he was shot in his shoulder.
Almost as soon as the situation occured, Reid arrived. He wasn't alone, which was a good sign. He attempted to calm me down (I was crying hysterically because he was unconsious and I feared he actually might be dying) and then informed me that he called the police and that Cassidy was in the car waiting.
Two days later (well, a day and six hours) and I was still in the hospital. According to the doctor, everything was going fine. The only thing that was slowing the process down was actually removing the individual bullet.
That was the part that scared me.
What if they couldn't remove it?
What if he was paralyzed?
It would be all my fault, and I don't think I'd be able to deal with the fact that I did this to him. That I was the one that hurt him like this.
"You can go home now, Isis, it's okay." Joey's mother, Virgina, had been in the hospital as well. I had only met her a handful of times, and I was kind of depressed that she was seeing me now after so long due to the fact that I almost killed her son. But still, she made sure to tell me it wasn't my fault. And that I was a 'super hero' by saving her two precious children. I didn't think I was in anyway of a super hero. Super heros were suppose to be good and a role model to all the little kids that looked up to them. I was far from that.
"I'm fine, seriously." I stated, but the heavy bags under my eyes and the simple fact that I hadn't eaten a bite (except for some chips I bought from the vending machine) ever since I came here spoke otherwise. But honestly, I rather have the bags holding me down than what I was honestly dealing with. Mrs. Virginia chuckled. "Okay whatever you say, Isis. But here—" She paused, digging out a twenty from her wallet, "—take a drive, buy something to eat. And then come here. If anything, I'll call you." She stated. It would be stupid for me to turn down the offer. I practically got free food. The only part that was scaring me was leaving Joey.
Though he wasn't here, and he hasn't see me ever since he closed his eyes at that old restaurant turned crime scene, something made me want to stay. I'd left him too many times before, and leaving him now would cause way too many emotions.
"It's not an option anymore, baby. It's a must." Mrs. Virginia opened up my hand, and placed the twenty in my palm.
"Go on girl."
I sighed, getting up and thanking her. I made my way towards the car. It wasn't my car (I still didn't have one) and it was either Reid's or somebody else's. I honestly didn't know who it belonged too. All I knew was that Reid gave me the car to use, before telling me he was going to walk back to the apartment. I hopped into the car. He left the keys in the car, and the door unlocked which was a dumb move. But thankfully, no one here was down for stealing cars. They must have different reasons to be here.
