Always & forever

Warning ‼️ Pt. 2

In the bustling emergency room, chris laid pale and unconscious on the gurney, blood seeping through his clothes from the gunshot wounds. Nurses scrambled around him, applying pressure to staunch the bleeding as a doctor barked out orders. "We're losing him! Prep him for surgery, stat!" Nurses rushed to connect IV lines and prepare him for transfer to the operating room, their movements quick and precise. "Blood pressure dropping, heart rate erratic!" A nurse replied. "Let's move, people! We need to get him into surgery now!" Doctors says. The team hoisted Chris onto another gurney, rushing him down the corridor towards the operating room, their urgency palpable as they fought to save his life.

In the chaotic emergency room, the air was thick with tension and urgency. Medical staff attending to various patients, a frantic Brooke burst through the doors, her eyes wide with panic as she scanned the room. "Where is he? Where's my boyfriend? He's been shot!"Her voice trembled with fear as she approached the nearest nurse station, desperation etched across her face. "Please, you have to help me find him!" The nurse, recognizing the urgency in her voice, immediately sprang into action, checking the patient logs and communicating with colleagues. "What's his name, ma'am? We'll do everything we can to locate him." Brooke provided her Chris information, her heart pounding in her chest as she awaited news. Moments later, a nurse returned with information, guiding her towards the waiting room. "He's still in surgery. They're doing everything they can for him."

As the handcuffs tightened around his wrists, East, felt a sinking sensation in the pit of his stomach. He had just been raided, But amidst the chaos of the arrest, his phone buzzed incessantly in his pocket, each vibration feeling like a punch to his gut. "What the fuck..."He glanced at the screen, seeing a lot of missed calls and text messages from Brooke, his girlfriend, and his mother. Panic surged through him as he realized something must be terribly wrong. "Ayo, what's going on? I need to check my messages."The arresting officers glanced at each other before reluctantly handing him his phone. East hands shook as he scrolled through the notifications, his heart sinking with each new message.

Brooke: "East, where are you? We need you at the hospital."

Kierra❤️(voicemail): "East, it's me baby. I'm at the hospital. Something's wrong with Chris . Please, call me back."

Mom❤️ : "David, please, call me. Your brother's been hurt, and your girlfriend looking for you. What's happening?"

East's world spun as he tried to process the crises unfolding in his absence. Guilt gnawed at him as he realized he couldn't be there for his loved ones when they needed him most.
"Time to go, Brewster. We need to get you processed." East's mind raced as he was escorted away, his heart heavy with the weight of his family's troubles. As he disappeared into the custody van, he couldn't shake the feeling that the world was crumbling around him, and he was powerless to stop it.

As Chris lay on the operating table, his mind drifted back to a time when life seemed simpler, He remembered the day his mom had kicked him out, tired of his street antics. Despite his promising future as a star basketball player, a torn ACL had shattered his dreams on the court, leaving him adrift in a world where opportunities seemed scarce. It was then that East, his loyal best friend, had stepped in. Together, they forged a path through the shadows of New York City, carving out a niche as the go-to distributors for drugs. Their bond was unbreakable, forged in the crucible of hardship and adversity. But amidst the chaos of their dealings, Chris found solace in the arms of Brooke, his true love, who had stood by him through thick and thin. Her worry now weighed heavily on his heart as he lay helpless on the operating table, a silent testament to the dangers of their chosen lifestyle. And then there was Mrs. Brewster, the woman who had taken him in when he had nowhere else to turn. She had become a mother to him, her wisdom and kindness guiding him through the darkest moments of his life. As the surgeon worked tirelessly to save him, Chris clung to these memories, drawing strength from the love and support that had sustained him through it all. And in that moment, he vowed to fight with every ounce of his being to make it back to the people who mattered most to him.

In the dimly lit interrogation room, East sat with his hands cuffed behind his back, a heavy sense of dread weighing on his heart. The reality of his situation was sinking in, but all he could think about was Kierra, his gentle and innocent girlfriend, and the turmoil she must be enduring at the hospital. With a trembling hand, East requested a phone call, his mind racing with worry for his brother and concern for Kierra. As the officer handed him the phone, he dialed Kierra's number, his heart pounding in his chest."Hello?" Kierra's voice, soft and gentle, filled the air, tinged with worry."Kierra, it's me," East said, his voice strained with emotion."East, oh my God, are you okay?" Kierra's her sweet voice trembling."I've been arrested." East confessed, his voice breaking slightly. A gasp escaped Kierra's lips, followed by a whispered prayer. "No, East, this can't be happening. "But listen, I need you to stay strong. For Chris, for me, and for our baby.""I will, baby. I promise," Kierra vowed, her voice unwavering despite her obvious distress. As East spoke to Kierra, he couldn't shake the image of Brooke and his mother by her side, offering support and comfort during this difficult time. It pained him to know that he couldn't be there with them, but he took solace in the fact that they were together, united in their love for Chris."Please, take care of yourself, Kierra," East pleaded, "And tell Ma and Brooke that I love them. I'll get through this, I promise."As the call ended and East was led away, he held onto Kierra's words like a lifeline.

As Dr. Patel stepped out of the operating room, his expression softened with a mix of weariness and relief. Mrs. Brewster, Brooke, and Kierra were clustered together in the waiting area, their faces etched with worry and fear. Approaching them, Dr. Patel cleared his throat to gain their attention. "Mrs. Brewster, Brooke, Kierra," he began, his voice steady but tinged with fatigue, "I'm pleased to inform you that Chris has successfully made it through the surgery. The bullet wounds to his chest were severe, but we were able to stabilize him."A collective gasp of relief filled the air, and tears of gratitude welled up in Mrs. Brewster's eyes as she clasped her hands together in a silent prayer. "Thank you, doctor, thank you so much," Mrs. Brewster said, her voice trembling with emotion. Dr. Patel nodded, a small smile gracing his lips. "Chris is in recovery now, but he's going to need plenty of rest and care in the days ahead. We'll keep a close eye on him."Brooke let out a sob of relief, reaching out to Kierra for support as the weight of the tension lifted from their shoulders."Can we see him?" Brooke asked, her voice hopeful.Dr. Patel nodded. "Of course, he's still a bit groggy from the anesthesia, but you can go in and sit with him for a while. Just try not to tire him out too much."With grateful nods, Mrs. Brewster, Brooke, and Kierra followed Dr. Patel to Chris's room, their hearts filled with gratitude and hope as they prepared to see their loved one on the path to recovery.

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