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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝟳
𝘛𝘏𝘙𝘌𝘌 𝘏𝘖𝘜𝘙𝘚 𝘓𝘈𝘛𝘌𝘙.
The flight was a silent one. After receiving the call in the midst of the MUNCHWYZE After Dark event, De wasted not another second, leaving wit Jayla, packing their things, and head home. Jayla called Dover and Solana, waking them up from their slumbers, to let them on what was going on. They agreed to stay home wit the kids, and to stay awake until they got there, before hanging up. Sino was there upon their arrival to escort them to the hospital.
The ride there was even filled wit silence. Sino was driving his Porsche Panamera, unable to even fathom that fact he was about to lose his auntie. He might've not been kin to her by blood being that she was married to his uncle, but their blood was definitely thicker. Jayla was in the backseat, showing any touch of comfort to her man just to keep him a little sane. De accepted; every rub to his neck and hand, every kiss to his temple. That reassurance, he needed it.
Not too long ago, De would've dodged that affection and told the chick to get the fuck outta his face. But it was something he yearned at the moment. That need to know at least somebody was there wit him. De had slipped on rectangle-frame sunglasses from Prada Eyewear to hide the truth of how he felt, remaining in the outfit he had on at the event. All while Jayla had changed into a sweatsuit from Tuff Crowd before the plane ride, refusing to show up to that setting in a mini skirt and heels.
They reached the hospital, Sino parking right in front of entrance.
"Ima be in there. I gotta park," Sino told them.
Without a word, De nodded, and opened the back passenger door nearest to the entry. Right after he climbed out, he assisted Jayla by taking her hand, and she got out herself. She shut the door, and as Sino pulled off to find parking, De and Jayla were entering through the automatic doors. They reached the elevator, Jayla pressing the top arrow, and standing there with him, waiting.
The gaze Jayla held on De was filled wit concern. Although she couldn't see his eyes, she could feel how heavy and worried the six-foot-two man of hers. She so desperately wanted to ask, "Are you okay", but Jayla knew that would be stupid because of course he's not okay. His mom was dying, and the worst part was having to wait on it to happen.
