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Azriel Thompson POV
Wednesday, June 10
2:45 am
With tears endlessly streaming down my face, I walk carefully but briskly in the direction I am being pulled in.
My eyes remained trailed on Maleek's closed ones. Silently praying that I don't lose the one thing keeping me alive. Keeping my hand pressed firmly against the bullet hole in his thigh I press him tightly to my chest.
"Get in slowly" A voice breaks me away and I nod getting to the car.
Everything just feels slow, I can't even process what's happening.
I don't think it has hit me yet that Maleek is seriously injured.
I reposition him and he moves with ease. Wiping my bloody hand into my shorts, I wipe away the blood trickling out of his mouth.
A smile tugs on my lips when I spot the faint twitch of his lips.
He will make it...
I know he will
There's no way God will take him away from me.
He can't be so cruel as to take away the one thing that has been keeping me alive.
My Sunshine
The sun that shines bright on my gloomiest days. The one that I have gone through all this past year to make sure he's good.
My heart.
Sniffing, I pull him even closer, earning another faint whimper.
Lower my head to meet my lips against his ear. I sing the only song that is on my mind.
"You are my sunshine
My only sunshine
You make me happy
When skies are grey
You'll never know, dear
How much I love you
Please don't take
My sunshine away"
Repeating those words over and over again I rock him slowly, as the tears slide down.
My God, I won't be able to survive this.
He gasps and my heart breaks, causing a silent breath-taking cry to leave me. I cradle him even closer to the point he smooshed against me.
"No, God please" I whisper begging the man above.
Another gasps comes from Maleek and I lift my head off his frail body.
Tugging at my shirt, I try to calm myself down, as the nurse told me months ago he feeds off my energy and I will make him feel as safe as possible.
"Maleek baby" I bring my lips close to his ear.
Another gasp comes from him and he grips my shirt tight. Forcing my index finger into his tiny tight fist, he holds it tight, taking huge gaps.
"You will be okay baby" My voice breaks at the end and a painful lump forms in my throat.
"Mommy won't let anything go wrong again. You're okay my baby" I place kisses near his lips as my tears slide down my face non-stop.
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