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𝐒𝐀𝐌 𝐏𝐎𝐕 📍: 𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝟗:𝟑𝟒𝐏𝐌 • 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐆𝐎, 𝐈𝐋
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Both Sa'maria and Alexis sat in the heavily firm chairs that displayed in the waiting room, waiting for the doctor of Ramiyah's, as well as Wick and Dayvon to all greet them back.
Sam's leg bounced up and down, the bottom of her UGG boot making an reflective sound as it repeatedly hit the wooden, glossed hardwood flooring.
Alexis head inched over her shoulder to the right of her, glancing at an concerned Sam whom had nothing but, worry, terror written all over her facial expression.
The females hands reached out, landing smoothly on Sa'marias thigh, giving it a tight, yet gentle squeeze.
Sam broke out of her trance in reaction of feeling the roughly gentle feeling, her head rising out of her lap, turning over to face an Alexis whom sucked up to be joyful for the both of them.
"Stop being so uptight, Sam." Alexis started her reassurance, a smile smile mustering through her mouth, Sa'maria seeing her whitened top row of her teeth as she continued. "She gone' be straight."
Exhaling out an elongated sigh, Sam's mouth graved into a tight-lipped smile, her head sending out a soft nod, giving Lexi a physical response instead of a verbal one.
Before she could even respond, she lost thought of words anyways as she seen both Dayvon and Wick coming through the entrance of the waiting room.
Her set of eyes trailed through their appearance, seeing that they were wearing two completely different outfits from before, which led the female to know down in the pit of their core they definitely indulged into some illegal, fatal actions.
"She aight?" Dayvon greeted the two females with a question, his steps tracking out into a stop right in front of where Sa'maria seated.
"The doctors ain't got back to us yet, but, I got a feeling she is." Alexis answered the males questioning, raising herself out of the leathered seating, trailing over to where Wick stood, wrapping her arms around his torso.
"You aight', Sam?" Wick said in a questionable tone, his head inching into a slight tilt, his soft brown eyes analyzing the look that plastered over Sa'maria face, which came off as unreadable.
