Livin a Thug Life, Got a Hood Love

Chapter III

Bambii rushed through the hospital, in search of the room she was told Larry was in. The heels of her boots hit the smooth hospital flooring so fast, she was sure she would trip if she had gotten any faster.

She spotted his brother and friends all sitting down, their heads hanging low with hands covering their tear stained faces. Bambii rushed to get to them.

"Laurent?" "Bambii", he jumped up, bringing her in his tight embrace. They rocked back and fourth until Bambii pulled away. "What the hell happened", she asked, looking between both of his eyes. "I-I don't know. I heard gun shots and I rushed outside. Next thing I know I see Larry on the ground with blood. He was screaming please Lau don't let me die, please help me! I panicked."

"Chris?" "Bambii, I-I'm really sorry. I saw it. Larry was going on about these dudes who was tryin tor rob us. A black truck pulled up and I told Larry to run. The car window rolled down and them niggas started shooting. I took off. I thought Larry was running but when I turned around, he fell to the ground. He had blood coming out his stomach. Everybody was screaming."

"I wanna see him", she said. "I don't think that's good idea", King shook his head. "And why not?" "Bambii, he's in really bad condition-" "I don't care", she cut him off. "Do you know what it's like to get a call and have someone tell you the person you love has just been shot and could possibly die?"

Bambii pulled the door knob open, and nearly passed out at the sight. At how Larry was still as a statue, no movement, the constant sound of beeping and his breathing through an oxygen mask. He had wires everywhere, and oxygen saturation probe hooked onto his finger, an oxygen tank next to him, an IV in his arm... Bambii couldn't stand it anymore.

She broke down into a pool of tears. She made her way to him and touched his cheek. She sat down in the chair beside him, taking his hand into hers. She gathered her words, squeezing his hands as she cried harder.

"I prayed the whole way here. I know that you and god may not see eye to eye, but he's watching over you, I know it. You're not the greatest guy, you're not a saint, and you don't always do right, but I know god didn't bring you this far to leave you. Baby, you have to promise me you'll fight to stay alive. Please, don't go. I'm begging you God, please, bring him back. Don't you take him from me. Please. Larry, please, here me. Please, just don't let go. Please, god, I'm begging you, don't take him from me! I swear I'll try to help him, but you have bring him back! Baby, if you here me, please, give me a sign. Open your eyes baby. Please, just let me know you can here me and that you're ok."

Bambii waited, and waited... and waited. She cried out in whimpers as she hung her head low, still holding his hand. She silently prayed as she rubbed circles over his knuckles.

Larry moved his eyes under his eye lid, but Bambii hadn't seen him. Her tears hit his hand, she watched them drip fro her chin and fall. It had token everything in Larry's body to move, he too wanted to cry.

Bambii felt his fingers fidgeting under her touch. Her head shot straight up and her eyes began to get wider by the second. "Doctor! He's awake!" Bambii ran out of the room, in search for the doctor who had operated on him.

Her and the guys found him and all rushed back into the room, along with two nurses. One of the nurses gripped a long, medal, sharp object in her hands and walked up to the foot of the hospital bed. The other nurse stood beside her with a black ink pen and clipboard in her hands.

"Sir, blink once if you can feel this and twice if you can't", she instructed. Bambii watched as the nurse ran the object up and down Larry's foot, drawing random shapes. She watched his eyes blinked once. Everyone held their chests, thankful that he hadn't went into a paralyzing state.

"So is he... paralyzed", Tyga asked. "No. He can feel everything from the waist down. I just have to check if he's ok up top", the nurse answered. "Bambii, would you mind just running your nails along his arm?" Bambii shook her head and walked over to him, gently grabbing his left arm. She drug her nails along the skin of his arm, watching him blink once.

"Ma'am, you're very lucky. The gun shot was just only 3 inches away from one of his large vessels. If that gunshot would've moved some more, it could've busted his veins and killed him. You guys are lucky that we were able to remove the bullet in time".

The other nurse copied the information down onto her clipboard. The doctor checked his oxygen and his heart rate, making sure everything was normal. "Is he gonna be ok", Bambii asked. The doctor sighed, looking into her eyes. "I can't say he will, but I can't say he won't". Bambii shook her head, looking down at her boyfriend who was looking just as hurt as everyone in the room.

~*~

It had been 5 weeks, and Larry was getting discharged from the hospital. He was required bed rest, no activities that would require him to use a lot of his abdomen and stomach, no sexual activities, they prescribed a variety of medications, and for him to try to not stay up too long when taking the green tablets they prescribed to him due to them making the person a little dizzy. 

Bambii was helping him into his apartment, which she had visited only a few times. She helped him into his bed, undressing him and putting him in a pair of black joggers and socks. She pulled the covers up over him, prepared to go and make him something to eat, but Larry pulled her back and wrapped his arms around her waist.

Bambii turned to face him with sad eyes. "Don't look so depressed", he chuckled. "How can I not. Baby, you nearly died." But I'm not dead. I'm alive". "I know. I prayed that you wouldn't go", she whispered, looking down. "Look", he grabbed her chin, "I know that I'm not the best guy, but the fact you came to the hospital shows that you care. And I know I don't always show it, but I love you girl, that ain't changed and ain't shit gon change how I feel about yo ass".

Larry kissed her plump lips, feeling himself become aroused. He rolled over onto Bambii, rubbing her thighs. "Baby, the doctor said no sex". "I don't care", he whispered, pulling her shorts down. "No, I-I don't wanna hurt you".

Larry sighed, rolling off of her. Bambii fixed her shorts and turned to look at him. She grabbed his hand and placed it on her stomach.

Larry was confused. He looked over at her, waiting for an explanation. "I have something to tell you". "What is it?" Bambii took a deep breath and made his hand rub her belly.

"...I'm pregnant. I'm 9 weeks."