Be Together

Revolution

I woke up to the sound of a piano playing. I'm wearing a oversized Random White Guy tee. I walked to the sound.
"Wise men said..." Wes is playing the piano. Singing to me.
"Only fools run in..." I laid on the piano.
"But I can't help falling in love with." He leaned in and kissed me.

My dream faded away as pain took over my body. I opened my eyes.
"She's awake!" My mom cheered.
My head, ribs, arms fucking everything hurts.
"You okay, Princess?" My dad asked.
"No, shit. What happened?" I tried to sit up but my ribs are killing me.
"This Rick Ross 50 Cent beef got outta hand. One of Gunplay's bitch boys shot at 50."
"Pharrell!"
"Then more niggas started shooting back." I looked down at my arms. My scratches had scabs over them.
"This happened last night right?"
"No, the doctor had to put you in a coma honey." My mom said taking my hand.
"What?! For how long?"
"Only a few days. You sustained a lot if injuries. He said you would be in a lot of pain."
"I am right now."
"Helen go get a nurse please." Helen left out the room. I looked around at my body. My left shoulder is all wrapped up to the point I can't move it. I pulled back the sheet with my good arm.
"Niema stop!" My legs have bruised all over. The right leg is wrapped on my thigh and ankle with my knee in a brace. My ribs must be broken because I can barely breath. I touched my face. I have gauze on my forehead.
"Wait did I get shot?"
"Yes, Princess. In your shoulder and thigh. The doctor said you ran into something and that caused a concussion. What do you remember?" My dad asked.
"After Wes' set I went to go find him... that's it." The nurse came in with a doctor. He tried to give me more morphine but I refused. I hate being drugged up. He said I have to stay a few more days. This sucks.
"The police will be coming soon. They're getting statements from everyone who was at the party and the Grammys." Pharrell informed me.
"What happened to Wes? Is he okay?"
"He got arrested for assaulting a officer."
"What?" My heart dropped.
"He said he found you knocked out in the club and got you out. When police came they pulled him away and he pushed one."
"Is he out?" Wes is such a hot head.
"Yeah, its kinda gross but the officer proceeded to throw him into your blood pool. They think the case will fall through."
"How many people got hurt?"
"10 wounded. 2 dead."
"Oh God." I pushed my hair out of my face.
"It's such a shit storm. So many lawsuits. Ross and 50 are under so much fire. All that gangster shit finally caught up with them."
"Can I have a minute alone? I just need some space."
"Of course, Princess." My dad said taking my mom's hand and leaving. Pharrell kissed my head before leaving. I looked around the room. I got flowers I'm guessing from friends and colleagues. Fuck, I want to call Wes.
I grabbed the landline phone and dialed Wes' number.
"Hello?"
"Hi Wes. It's Niema."
"Niema! Hey girl. You good?" He sounds surprised and happy.
"I want to say yes, but everything is hurting. You okay? Pharrell told me about the charge." I tried to clear my dry throat.
"I'm good don't worry. You need anything? I just got back to LA."
"I'm alright. I just want to get home. Hospitals suck."
"I'm gonna come and see
you."
"Go see the pint sized Pentzs. I'm not very pretty to look at right now."
"You're always pretty to me baby." That made me smile.
"I kinda smiled but my head hurts."
"Kinda? Yeah I gotta come by and make you smile."
"Bring me weed. I'll smile for that. They keep trying to fill me with drugs."
"Weed is a drug, Ema."
"Weed is plant, Wes."
"I'll break you out and we can hotbox finally in my car."
"That sounds great."
We stayed on the phone a little longer. He isn't worried about the charge since its been reported that the police were being extremely rough that night. I just don't want him going to jail because he saved me. After we hung up the police came to take my statement. Or lack of one. I can't remember anything past Wes' set.

Diplo's POV

Once I got home I quickly put up my stuff and went to go pick up Lockett and Lazer. Everything that happened at the after party is still fucking with me. All this tension has fallen on the industry. Since Niema got shot a lot of people aren't fucking with Rick, 50, and their crews. I'm not producing anything for them. At least Niema is awake now. I hate that after I finally make my move she got hurt. If I tried harder to convince her to stay she wouldn't be in that bed right now.
I pulled up at my baby momma's house.
"Daaaaaaad." Lockett came running out the house. I picked him up.
"What's up man?" I hugged him.
"Is auntie Ema okay?" That took me aback.
"Yeah, why?"
"I saw on TV. She's in the hospital." Damn.
"No, she's okay. She just got a few boo boos." I brought him back inside.
"Can we go see her?"
"When she gets home okay?"
"I'm gonna draw her pictures." I put him down to run to his play room. I found his mom in the kitchen. We don't have the best relationship, but it's not terrible either.
"Hi Angela."
"Hi Wes. Let me finish feeding Lazer and you can take them."
"Look at this good looking guy." I tickled Lazer. He smiled big.
"How much did Lockett hear about Niema?"
"Everything." I rolled my eyes.
"They just said she got shot. Calm down."
"How did he react?"
"Screamed at me to take him to the hospital. I told him not everything on TV is true and she's probably fine." She cleaned Lazer's mouth.
"What's going on with you and her?" She asked as I picked up Lazer to burp him.
"Nothing." The media keeps talking about how I'm dating Katy's bestfriend. HLN did a whole timeline of our weekend together. It's fucking annoying. Just let the girl live. She tries so hard to be out the spotlight.
"You was her date to everything. You sure about that?"
"Yes, she's still my friend."
"Dad. Look." Lockett came in. He drew a picture of Niema with a Pikachu. He's had a crush on her since she got him a bunch of Skylanders for his birthday. I think he's gotten more kisses from her then me.
"She'll like that, Lock. Go get your stuff together you can finish it at my house."
"Okay!"
Angela didn't bother me about Niema anymore. I took my boys to my house. Lazer got put in his crib while Lockett ran around. I started unpacking my shit. Damn I need to wash. I got to the bottom of my bag. There's a Polaroid of Niema. I got her sleeping in the studio when we were working on Madonna's album. She had her beats on cuddling with her Mac. Gorgeous. I sighed and put it on my nightstand.
"Cowabunga!" Lockett jumped on me. He really thinks he's a ninja turtle.
"Bring it Master Splinter!" I wrestled around with him before bringing him downstairs for dinner.
"I can't wait to see my Ema." He likes her because she gets good birthday gifts.