— "sir.. we're not completely sure of his condition right now but.. it seems like he'll make it. Just hang in a few days and I'm sure he'll be just fine."
J-Cole nods, sitting next to drakes hospital bed, the monitor beeping behinds him while he's with his elbows resting on his knees and his head pressed into his palms as if he's mourning. But he's thinking.. about Kendrick.
What if he's really insane? Is that why he wants to win so badly..? Is that why he craves the amount of praise he does?
suddenly a voice from his left snaps him from his mind.
— "j-Cole..? Drake calls out, his head lifted slightly from the bed to look over at him. — "Drake..!"
J-Cole shoots up, rushing to drakes side.
— "drake.. you're awake! Thank.. god.. I thought I was going to lose you."
He exclaims, holding drakes shoulder gently as he stares down at him, a soft smile on his face.
— "im okay.. but once I get my hands on Kendrick.. god.. damnit. I swear he'll be in my place."
Drake says, his voice a hiss.
— "No.. drake that's not a good idea.. just.."
— "Just what, j-Cole!? Just let him get away with this!? No! I'm not going to let this go so easily-!"
— "JUST CHOOSE PEACE, DRAKE! choose. Peace. Please. We got out there okay and.. I just don't want this happening again.
Not to me, not to you, and not to him."
J-Cole says as his voice grows softer, looking down at him with a worried expression. He just wanted them to choose peace.. why must they feud so much..? He just doesn't understand. This is just a bad idea in all, Damnit!!!
— "fine.. but I'll get back at him somehow. I can't fully be at peace until I get back at him."
Drake says, his voice dying out, being followed by a cough. — "you need rest, Drake.. we can talk about this later."
J-Cole says, staring worriedly down at Drake. Was he really planning on getting back at Kendrick again after this..? Is he kidding..? He must be stupid. He must be an idiot. Both of them, I mean.
Euphoria? Wasn't that bad. 6:16 in LA? bearable!
Meet the grahams ruined his career. And not like us only made it worse.
But the ways Drake attempted to clap back only clowned him further and I fear this could be the end of him. So why..? Why couldn't we have just chose peace. It's such an easy fix to such a minute problem.
— "j-Cole..?"
His head shoots up, looking back at Drake and taking a shaky hand, giving a reassuring squeeze
— "yeah, bbl dri- Drake..?"
— "I'll choose peace soon. I'll sort it out.. I swear. But I just.. I need my comeback."
J-Cole nods, his lips pursing as he stares down at Drake, and speaks with a shaky voice.
— "okay, drizzy.. okay.."
Soon after, the nurse walks back in.
— "Aubrey should be discharged in a day or two, seeing as his condition is better than we thought. But he should take a few weeks of rest and keep it on the low.."
J-Cole give a nod of acknowledgment, forcing a shaky smile at the nurse who gives a simple smile back and then walks back out.
— "now. Get some rest. I'm going to find Kendrick.."
He then walks out, leaving drake alone with his thoughts and mind, and now Drake is contemplating if he should try and get his clap back or if he should just be at peace for once. For once..
Think about it. Resting up on a nice balcony, sipping nothing but the finest wine for a few days. Being at peace.. but how could he truly be at peace without addressing these allegations..? How could he even deny them if they're true? Damnit drizzy.. think. There's gotta be something you can do. Something. Anything, really.
Just.. think.
