YN: Daddy what ya doing home so early?
YD: They thought you were dead
YN: .-. oh
YD: I got you something when we take you home
YN:{gives him a look}
YD: {Gives you a look back}
YMN: you got her a gift and not me
YD: I got you a gift too missy *he winks*
YN: No.No.No.No
Roc:{laughs} Mom and Pops to funny
YN: That's gross
YM:Prod, hunny you've been quiet all day
Prod: Oh sorry...
YN: I wanna get up and walk around
Roc: (goes and gets a nurse to get your breathing machine)
YN: I don't understand why I have to keep this in my nose still
YM: it's precautions hush girl
{Babydoll & Andrew walks in}
BabyD: Hi love
YN: Hey Hun
Andrew: Babygirl awake
YN: Yusssss
Andrew: How you doing boo
BabyD: Andrew shut up, We came to chill with my baby
Andrew: You were with me already
BabyD: Andrew shut up
YN: How long you been here Doll?
Babydoll: I didn't go back to the tour
YN: Awwww so sweet
Andrew: I don't get why Abby and them went back when you were the main attraction
YN:(laughs) Shut up
Babydoll: they didn't do very good without you to be honest
YN: No surprise
Babydoll: It's like they slacked off the rest
YN: They did I'm the one who made them work that hard
YM: Well me and your dad have to go be back later
YN: Okay bye bring my babies back
-The doctor comes in before they can leave
Doctor: YN's Parents good , we're letting her go early
YN: Fa'real
Doctor: Yes just come and sign some forms I'll be back in 10 minutes (he gives them the forms and leaves)
YM: We'll be in the visitors room (they leave)
YN: Party?
Andrew: Just us?
Babydoll: If its just us yeah
Roc: Im down
YN: Prod?
Prod: I gotta go so I probably won't
Babydoll: Where you going
Prod: (Shrugs)
Roc: My nigga she getting released from the hospital and something specials next week
Prod: I know
YN: The hell wrong with you damn!?
Prod: Nothing Damn!
YN: The hell is wrong with you!?
Prod: Fuck you worried for?!
Roc,Andrew&Babydoll; uhhhh we'll be with mom and pops (they leave)
YN: You got a shitty ass attitude all of a sudden
Prod: Well shit I ain't never been at fucking gun point
YN: YOU THINK IT'S MY FAULT A GUN WAS POINTED AT YOU!?
Prod: WELL IF YOU DIDN'T FOGHT HER BECAUSE OF A FUCKING BOY THAT CHEATED ON YOU IT WOULDN'T HAVE
YN:(gives him a look) You think I fought her because of Roc?
Prod: What else would it be she ain't do anything else.
YN: Fine think it was over fucking Roc be a little bitch because you think something (you get mad and tears start to roll down your cheek) I FUCKING HATE YOU
Prod:(goes silent) You H-hate me?
YN: Yes I fucking HATE you
Prod: Whatever (he grabs his hoodie but something falls and he doesn't notice but he leaves)
🌚Visitors Room🌚
YM: Hey Pr- What's wrong Hun
(He continues to leave and ignore her)
Roc: Just let him cool off I guess something happened
👏Your hospital room👏
•Your POV: I fucking hate Prod, Craig stupid bitch Crippen, I HATE him (you look down to a box and envelope) ....What is that(you try to get it from your bed but you end up having to get up) Did this fall from Prods Jacket ...What is it ... I'll look at it later I'm to mad
