"Comm check...
Testing, one... two...
Kwes Boaz speaking.
...you a hear me?
Ah. You ever wake up and feel like something's...missing? That's my life. Seven years after. Now I'm back, but nothing's the way I left it. Not even me.
Amnija happened righ...
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📍JAMAICA
I haven't slept.
I couldn't.
Seeing him like that, torn up, bleeding, still—is enough to make your soul peel back from your skin.
It's like the universe flipped on me.
Hard reset.
Glitch in the simulation. Q' is strung up in the hospital just like I was, when I was on my death bed.
He took my keys. My f—ing Range Rover. I don't even know how he got them. They said the crash happened fast. He lost control. Swerved. Slammed straight into a light post. The front end crumpled like paper, and the windshield shattered itself in him.
They rushed him here, they said he was blood-soaked and still breathing by some miracle.
I've been pacing since. Through hallways, around the block, in and out the hospital doors like I'm stuck on a loop.
Jah knowwww!
I just keep walking, like if I stop, reality will catch up and I'll lose it.
Wah this man?
The doctor pulled me aside earlier. His face tight.
"He's got hours," he said. "If that."
Like dem wah say the youth naggo make it...
And I swear, for a moment, the floor dipped. Like gravity gave up on me too.
Jah know...
Jah.
I turned back toward the hospital doors and saw a middle-aged, worried, and upset. She moved like she already knew bad news was waiting.
