TYREE
ATLANTA, GEORGIA
Friday 4:17pm
I woke up in what looked like a hospital room. I had tubes down my throat and my body felt weak each time I tried to move or take a breath. I noticed to the left of me on the hospital bed was a remote with an emergency button on it so I pressed it immediately. Soon after, a nurse came in to tend to me.
"Oh my, you're finally up. How you feeling?" She asked as she instructed me to breathe through my nose while she removed the tube from my throat so I could finally speak. Whole time, the attempt to speak was difficult simply because my shit was so dry.
She handed me a cup of water as she typed up notes on her computer nearby. Talking back the whole cup, I glanced around the room and at my chest, where several stitches were placed.
"I'm straight. What the fuck goin on?" I asked clearing my throat and rubbing my head. How fucking long I been here? Where my people at?
"Well Mr. Thomas, you've been in a coma for a month and a half."
As she said that I choked on my water that I sipped on. "A Month and a half?" I half yelled or tried to yell.
"Yes, you've been gone for some time now. But, I think since you've been getting frequent visits, that has helped you as well." She replied taking my blood pressure. I leaned my head against the bed now because it was beginning to throb with each heart beat.
"You know who came? Where my father at?" I asked as I began fidgeting with the needles in my arm.
"Wait hold on.-" my nurse persisted as she stopped me from proceeding. "He's home and he's still recovering there. He was also one of your visitors as well as... Denise or.-"
"Denise? ...Tiny? Where she at? What time is it?" I asked frantically as the heart rate monitor began to speed up. Alert ran through the nurse as she looked at the machines. My mind became blurry and filled with blurred memories of what I remembered last.
"Mr. Thomas, you have to calm down. Janet!" The nurse yelled out for another nurse to monitor me as well. She tried to calm me down but I just fought her back. Another male nurse came in holding me back from fighting more but fuck all that. I'm so confused and concerned at the same time and I just want those close to me with me right now. Matter fact, what the fuck happened with that bitch nigga Damien?
"Where that nigga at?" I yelled in confusion.
"Mr. Thomas please." One of the nurses begged. I began to feel a needle in my left arm and my body began to relax.
"Aye what the fuck is you doing?" I slurred out. I fell back on the bed and eventually blacked out.
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TINY
ATLANTA, GEORGIA
Friday 9:23am
As I got up this morning I felt a pain in my stomach and my head felt dizzy. I had a girls night to myself in my room and went live on TikTok just drinking and smoking, playing games and some more shit. I knew I hadn't drank that much but shit, my body telling me different.
I quickly ran to the bathroom and threw up everything I consumed the night or nights before.
"What the fuck." I mumbled to myself.
