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Azriel Thompson POV
Tuesday, May 2nd
2:01 pm
The entire ride to Andrews I thought that I would die before making it but sitting here without any information on my baby is way much worse than the call.
Jamarion leans over with his hands folded on his lap as his head rests on his folded arms with his eyes closed.
The only thing keeping me calm is knowing that he's not dead and isn't that badly hurt according to the little information the nurse shared with us.
I slide my hand onto Jamarion's back rubbing it soothingly. I know that this is causing flashbacks to what happened years ago to resurface. I myself have been trying to suppress the negative thoughts threatening to swallow me whole.
Instead, I turn my attention to the positives that could possibly arrive out of our current situation.
"You want to go to therapy with me too?" I whisper and a muffled dry chuckle comes from Jamarion.
Tapping him I repeat my question.
"You want to go to therapy with me?"
He shakes his head as he shrugs my hand off him. Scrunching my face up, I slide off my chair and into my knees.
Placing my hands on his knees to hold my weight, I crane my neck to get a view of his face.
His eyes are red, and his nose is runny. Trapping his head in between my hands, I pull his head up to face mine.
"Why not?" I question as I watch him fight back his tears. A shrug comes from him and I swallow.
"It will be good for us. I can even take Maleek. I feel like he needs it too" I share and he swipes the back of his hand under his nose.
He hangs his head low and I dip to place a kiss on his lips.
"He's good..." I take a breath also trying to reassure myself.
"Probably nothing even major right?" I ask rhetorically and he nods his head.
I can sense the doubt with his nod, but it's still better than him shutting down.
"Did you go to therapy when your wife died?" I inquire sincerely, gaining a hiss from him as he pulls away from me to rest his back against the wall.
Closing his eyes he lets go a sigh.
"Can always depend pon you fi bring up she" He hisses scratching the inside of his arm.
Rolling my eyes, I pressure him into answering.
"It's a simple yes or no question..." Staring at him I scratch my head as I continue " I am not trying to imply anything or force anything, just a simple question"
"No" Nodding my head at his answer, I ease off my knees and with the support of his knee, I stand.
"So when I am getting ready to go, Thursday you will come right?"
He nods his head and I take that as a sure answer.
Taking a seat beside him, I lean into him placing a majority of my weight comfortably on his side.
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