Rebel (A Rihanna and Eazy E Love Story)

Swimming in Chaos (Chapter 12)

Lisa POV

I was knocked out, deep in my sleep when the phone rang. I squinted at the clock, 11:00 p.m. What the hell? My first thought was to ignore it, but somethin' in my gut told me I had to pick up. Groggy as hell, I reached for the phone on the nightstand, barely able to open my eyes.

"Hello?" My voice was raspy, barely a whisper.

"Is this Lisa?" A voice on the other end asked, sounding official, like the kind you don't wanna hear at this hour.

"Yeah, who's this?"

"This is Jamaica Hospital. We have someone here who's listed you as their emergency contact in their records."

My heart dropped. Jamaica Hospital? My mind raced a mile a minute. "Who? Who is it?" I asked, my voice trembling now, a knot forming in my throat.

"We have a woman by the name of Rebel Fenty here," the nurse said calmly, like it wasn't a big deal. But to me, that name hit like a ton of bricks. Rebel. What the hell happened to her? Why's she in the hospital?

"Is she alright?" I blurted, sitting up in bed, the sleepiness long gone now. My heart was pounding outta my chest.

" We need you to come in," the nurse continued, ignoring my question, trying to keep me calm. But how the hell was I supposed to stay calm?

"Is she Ok?" I repeated, barely able to breathe. "What happened to her?"

"Ma'am, we need you to come in right away."

The nurse insisted on not giving me any details, just told me to come down there, as soon as I could. I hung up, my hands shaking, already throwin' on some clothes. My mind was in a whirlwind, tryin' to piece together what could've gone down. Rebel's tough, she ain't one to land herself in a hospital unless somethin' serious went down.

As I rushed out the door into the cold night, one thought kept echoing in my head: What the hell happened?

I ran through the entrance of Jamaica Hospital, breathin' heavy and heart poundin'. My feet barely touched the floor as I made my way to the front desk. I was frantic, eyes wide, lookin' around at the bright lights and sterile walls that felt way too cold for comfort.

I slammed my hands on the counter, barely able to catch my breath. "Rebel! I'm here for Rebel, Rebel Fenty!" I blurted out, my voice shaky.

The receptionist looked up, calm as ever, typing away on her keyboard like I wasn't ready to lose my damn mind. She glanced at me for a second, then back at the screen.

"Hold on, ma'am," she said, like I wasn't already holding on for dear life.

Seconds felt like hours as she clicked away. All I could think was please, let her be okay.

The receptionist finally stopped typing and looked up at me with a more serious expression. "Rebel Fenty... she's in surgery right now. Please take a seat, and someone will be with you shortly."

"Surgery?" The word hit me like a brick to the chest. I felt my stomach drop. "What happened to her? Is she gonna be alright?" My voice cracked, and I hated how weak I sounded, but I needed answers, now.

"I don't have those details, ma'am. The doctor will come out to talk to you as soon as possible," she said, her tone calm but distant, like she had said this a million times before.

I turned away from the desk, feeling like the floor could fall out from under me any second. Surgery? I wasn't ready for that. I wasn't ready for any of this. I found an empty chair in the waiting area and sat down, my leg bouncing uncontrollably as my mind raced.