As Fatima maneuvered through traffic, a lot of emotions were running through her mind. She knew Ian couldn't be that damn stupid to feed Izzy a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, but she also couldn't help to think how unfit he was acting.
She knew Jaycee worked at the Children's Hospital, which was about 30 minutes away from where she was at, by the way Fatima was driving she got there in 15 minutes.
Barely putting her car in park, she jumped out the car and headed into the hospital, luckily Jaycee was standing right there, in the main area of the ER.
"Jaycee where is my daughter at?" Fatima yelled , all she was seeing was red. "Fatima I'm gone take you to the back to see her but you have to calm down, I don't want them to call security on you" Jaycee said, but Fatima wasn't worry about no security.
"Jaycee with all due respect sis, I don't give a fuck about no security" Fatima spat, and Jaycee just nodded her head . Jaycee was a sweet, soft spoken girl, so Fatima talking to her like that hurted her feelings but she couldn't blame her.
"Through the door she's in room 214 straight to the back" Jaycee said, as she buzzed fatima in. Fatima was speed walking, checking the numbers on the door, as soon as she got to room 214, she swing the glass door open.
"Wake the fuck up" Fatima yelled, as she mushed the fuck out of Ian's in his face, he had jumped up noticing Fatima he knew it was about to be a shit show.
"Fatima before you go there, let me explain first" Ian said holding out his hands so she couldn't hit him in his face.
"I've been fucking calling and texting you for hours straight , and you didn't even have the courtesy to let me know my fucking daughter is in the hospital because she had a fucking allergic reaction to some shit, SHE HAD NO BUSINESS FUCKING EATING" Fatima snapped.
"What the fuck is wrong with you? How could you let some fuck shit like this to happened Ian ?" She said getting in his face, as she used her right hand to mush him again in his face, Ian had stumbled into chair, with Fatima standing over him.
"Yo Fatima, stop putting your hands on me, I'm not playing with you, keep your hands to your self" Ian warned.
With the loudest, Morgan had jumped up as well on 10, she figured that was the baby mom. The lady she desperately wanted to see.
"Stop putting your hands on my husband" Morgan spoke, and Fatima eyes darted into Morgan's direction and if looks could kill, this bitch mama would be picking out a black dress.
"Your husband?" Fatima utter In confusion, "Fatima" Ian said sternly.
"You heard me bitch, I said husband" Morgan spat, yeah I'm the wife bitch" She said in a cocky voice, and Ian just shook his head.
Fatima was just lost for words, she grabbed Morgan by the back of her neck and dragged her outside near the closest exit like she was a puppy.
"Bitch, get your fucking hands off me" Morgan yelled, Ian wasn't too far behind them, "Fatima chill, let her go."
As soon as they made it outside, Fatima cocked back and punched Morgan in her face, sending Morgan flying into the wall that was behind her.
"I got your bitch" Fatima said sternly as she watched Morgan slide down the wall on to the ground, Morgan try to regain consciousness, but Fatima was letting up, she started leading punches after punches, She didn't mean to take her anger on Morgan, but the bitch word got it.
Ian ended up scooping Fatima, throwing her over his shoulder, "Ian put me the fuck down, I fucking hate you" she yelled while she was punching Ian on his back.
