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"He's not wakin' up. I don't know what to do." Aaron scratched his head as he stood over top Miles' body which was lied still in the bed. "You think he dead?" Tashi looked at Aaron. "Man, what? Hell nawl, he ain't dead. Stop talking like that." Aaron said back to him then they both looked down at Miles. "My bad." Tashi cleared his throat.
"He gon' wake up soon...Eventually. Just not now. He got to." Aaron crossed his arms looking at his nephew's helpless body confused as to what should be there next move. "Man, you better hope so." Tashi looked at Aaron. After a short moment he patted Aaron's shoulder before saying, "Imma go check on shawty. Be right back. Don't start cryin', now."
Tashi took his leave and went to the room that Y/n was in. He didn't even know why Aaron wanted the separated but he didn't have the energy to argue after trying to chase a man down.
He sat in the chair that was next to the bedside and looked at Y/n for a moment hoping she'd wake up or something so it wouldn't become a Miles' situation, but he had know idea what happened to her but he eventually shrugged his shoulders and lit his blunt.
"Mmm." Y/n groaned before peeling her eyes open. She smelt the weed and furrowed her brows to look over at Tashi. "No smokin' in the crib. You ain't heard?" Y/n managed to say while pulling herself up to lean against the bed frame. "Nothing a lil air freshener—Fabreeze, can't fix." Tashi looked at her.
Y/n raised both her eyebrows and looked away because she could care less but then she remembered what happened. "Where's Miles at? Is he here?" Y/n whipped her head in several directing to see if he was around. "Is he here? Yes. Is he alive? Well, that's a pending situation—" "Pending situation? What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Where is he?" Y/n tried getting out of bed but the massive pain both her head and cheek hit her so hard she immediately fell back onto the backboard.
"It's painkillers and water on the nightstand if you..." "I'm not worried 'bout no damn painkillers, bro." Y/n argued as she looked dead in Tashi's eyes like he was the problem. He just looked around searching for something to say. "Happy birthday?" He blurted.
Y/n slowly looked away and rolled her eyes as she rain her fingers through her messy hair. She brung her knees close to her chest then rested her forehead on them. "Every time Ace come around he seems to do his worst on y'all. An' I just be thinkin', 'What y'all young niggas do to make that nigga that mad?'" Tashi blew smoke from his mouth.
"That nigga workin' for somebody, Tashi."
"Oh yeah? Well, these attacks seem personal if you ask me."
"Well he needs to die."
"Well who gon' kill 'em?"
Y/n didn't say anything but Tashi's eyes never left her direction. "Huh? Birthday girl?" He took another drag of his blunt. Y/n took a minute before lifting her head up to give him her undivided attention. "I am." ____________________________
