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Normani
Megan has been in and out of consciousness as I've been visiting her whenever I can. She's been hospitalized for 5 days. Lauren is okay however she is still so scared and struggling a lot with questions. I understand considering she was shot in her side and she survived by a stroke of luck and the expertise of the doctors. She is having some struggles while breathing, but thankfully, the way that the gun was aimed it didn't allow the bullet to penetrate more than an inch below. The bullet didn't hit a major organ, but the bleeding was difficult to hold over as paramedics were expected to arrive.
As far as Megan, whoever did this repeatedly either kicked, stomped, or hit her in the back of the head repeatedly. She has bandages just about everywhere and she was grazed with a bullet. She has a traumatic brain injury. We don't know what will happen when she finally reaches consciousness. I've been by her side holding her hand. I haven't been bringing Brooke because I know she will struggle to see her mama in this state. I was told by one of the doctors that it would be better to discuss Megan's status with her at home an have her come when Megan is hopefully able to maintain the state of being awake.
It's difficult for me to be here as well, but I made a promise when I married her, through sickness and health. I will never abandon her, no matter the outcome.
Brooke looks at me with big eyes as I slide some eggs onto her plate.
"Time to eat, put the game away, Roo."
She sighs, "No."
Ryan and Beyoncé have been offering as much help and support as possible as our family deals with the new reality of Megan not being able to instantly jump back into normal routines.
However, no one can help with Brooke's newfound anger and attitude. I understand her mama is not feeling well and it definitely is probably difficult dealing with it as a child but sometimes she acts as if I had a hand in why Megan is laying in that hospital bed unable to remember our life together.
Brooke simply huffs and puffs, turning around and continuing to play the game.
"I've had it. You skipped lunch at school, your teacher told me, you need to eat right now. Gimme the damn game." This time I swipe it from her hands from the frustration.
She looks at me annoyed. I've had a loss of appetite as well but I don't want to sacrifice anything.
"You are going to eat!" I scold her.
"I don't want to!" She protests.
I sigh.
"One bite of the fish, one bite of the mashed potatoes, and one bite of the corn. I'm not playing with you, Brooke. Now is not the time. We can't fall apart like this. Your mother would want you to eat, you know that."
"I want my damn mama!" She pushes me away as she makes her way from the table.
But with my free arm, I grab her by the arm and make her sit right back down. With her constant gym practices, she can't afford to start adopting this sort of habit.
