•Flashback.. One Year Ago.•
(Zatima's point of view.)
Watching my wife stare blank at the hospital walls, brought me back to the time when I was shot.
I never got to feel what she felt when I was laid up in the hospital, but thinking back how she never left my side, I knew I had a keeper forever.
If god came and sat me down and asked me who was the "strongest person" I know, I would probably have to say my wife with no hesitation.
You never want to see your wife in pain, nor children and now that I'm witnessing that shit, I wish I could just take all of their pain away.
It's been two fucking hours and I still haven't heard shit about either of my daughter's condition and truth be told my patience was thinning the FUCK thin.
This shit was fucking with my mental, like someone purposely tried to kill my fucking children and I wasn't taking that shit lightly!
I know we ain't the ideal family type but everything me and my wife did was to protect us and our family. No regrets.
We just don't go around killing motherfuckers for no reason, so who ever did this shit had a motive and one thing I don't play about is my wife and my kids.
I rather for a motherfuck to come after me, leave my wife an-"
"This is all my fault" my wife said, interrupting me from my thoughts, i immediately snapped out of trance because of the bullshit she just said.
"What?" I said, wanting her to repeat what she said, because she know damn well ain't none of this shit her fault.
If it's one thing my wife gone do is blame herself from some shit that was way out of her control.
Plus my wife ain't got no screws when it comes to these children of ours, so to the motherfucker who did this, better make your last days worth it my guy.
"This is my fault, our daughters are in this damn hospital because of me" Fatima says and Zac took a long deep breath before responding to her.
"It's not your fault Fatima" i said to her calmly, my emotions was all over the place and I didn't want to snap out on her.
"Yes it is my fault Zac, I was supposed to pick her up, I feel like shit!" She expressed.
"I was so busy caught up at work, maybe I could of prevented this shit from happening, we are sitting in the hospital waiting for an update on two of our children Zac, not just one but TWO" she added on.
"You got stuck at work Fatima, come on yo. what you think you could have stopped that accident from happening??"
"This shit ain't your fault, the only motha-fucker responsible for this shit is the nigga who crashed into them"
"Family for a Zyla Taylor?" Zyla's doctor called out, saved by the bell. The moment of truth.
"That's us" I said, as I cleared my throat , hoping we receive some type of good news. My wife needed it.
" Zyla is in stable condition, she suffer from a mid - concussion, so we are going to monitor her overnight, a few scratch and bruising but she should be okay"
"Thank god!!" Fatima prayed, Zachary pulled her in and kissed her forehead.
"And any updates about my other daughter's condition, Zaria Taylor?" Fatima asked.
"Her doctor will be out shortly for an update on Zaria, but in the mean time I could take someone back to see Zyla"
"You go, and I'm going to wait out here for an update on Zaria, please FaceTime me when you get back there" Fatima says and Zachary nodded his head and went to the back.
