Nevaeh's POV
The emergency room doors burst open, and my heart stops. Paramedics rush in with Ezekiel on a gurney, blood soaking through his blanket. Their frantic shouts blur together as they tell the doctor how bad his condition is. My chest tightens, and I struggle to catch my breath as I walk beside him, feeling helpless.
"Gunshot wounds to the chest and stomach! Blood pressure's dropping fast!"
Despite usually staying calm when dealing with emergencies, I find myself now consumed by fear. When he got shot, I used my hands and anything I could find to try and stop the bleeding.
But seeing him like this makes my knees weak. I place my hand over my chest, feeling my heart race uncontrollably.
"Ezekiel! Please, baby! Please stay with us." I cry, my voice cracking as it turns into sobs.
Doctors and nurses surround his gurney, moving quickly. A nurse gently but firmly holds me back, trying to calm me down.
"Nevaeh, you need to stay calm. Let us do our job," she says, her voice firm but kind.
I can hardly hear her. All I can see is Ezekiel, fighting for his life. Tears stream down my face as I watch them wheel him into the operating room.
Just then, Augustine arrives with one of his homeboys, his face unreadable. He finds me near the entrance, crying uncontrollably, and puts a comforting arm around me, hugging me tightly.
"He finna pull through, Vaeh. He's gone be alright," Augustine whispers, though his voice shakes a bit.
I hold on to him, looking for reassurance but feeling completely overwhelmed. Augustine helps me to a bench, and we all sit together, anxiously awaiting any news.
Time drags on, each minute feeling like an hour. My mind races with memories and worries, making my heart ache. Augustine stays by my side, and his presence is a small comfort in this nightmare.
Finally, a doctor comes out of the operating room, looking serious. I jump up, my heart in my throat.
"H-How is he? Is he going to be okay?" I ask, my voice shaky.
The doctor takes a deep breath and meets my eyes with a look of sympathy and professionalism. "He's in critical condition. We're doing everything we can, but it's going to be a long night. We should be able to provide you with an update in the morning."
My legs go numb and Augustine catches me, guiding me back to the bench. The doctor's words hang heavy in the air, filling me with dread and uncertainty.
"Damn," Augustine mumbles under his breath, shaking his head in disbelief. He pauses for a moment, his eyes widening as the reality of the situation sinks in. "My nigga is really in critical condition right now, fighting for his life," he mutters, almost to himself, as if trying to grasp the severity of what just happened.
"Vaeh, I know you're still trying to process everything that just happened, but I need you to tell me what went down in the restaurant tonight," Augustine says, his voice firm but laced with sincerity.
"When you were in the ambulance, I couldn't understand what you were saying 'cause you was crying," Augustine adds, trying to piece together what happened tonight.
I take a deep breath, trying to steady my breathing and stop my tears. I close my eyes for a moment, gathering my thoughts before speaking.
"The night started off good. Ezekiel and I were on a date at Sky Lounge. After we sat down and talked for a little while, I needed to use the restroom, and that's when I happened to run into Harmony. She filled me in on her situation. She told me she was kidnapped and forced to choose a side—us or them—and she chose them to save her life," I say, my voice trembling.
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