My Personal Trainer

Chapter 14

Dr. Moore -

I took a deep breath and I tried my defibrillator once again. "Clear! We have a pulse!" One of my nurses yelled.

"Oh thank God," I replied. I wasn't ready to tell this family that their family member had died. I had done that three times earlier today and it pained my heart to listen to the crying and the yelling of the various family members.

I took my globes off, and several minutes later Mr. Brown began to wake up. "W-what happened?" He asked groggily.

"You've been in a serious car accident Mr. Brown. You suffered some bad head injuries and during your surgery you drifted off into a coma for about four hours," I replied as I fixed his pillow and adjusting his chair so that he could sit up right.

I grabbed the gauge and bandages , and the peroxide. I put some peroxide on the horrible bruise and he winched in pain. "I'm going to give you some pain pills for the headache that you have," I replied.

"Good because I need them," he said as he closed his eyes. I placed the gauge on the bruise on his forehead. Once I made sure it was securely bandaged, I then went to check his blood pressure.

I wrote some things down on his chart and then I started getting the perceptions for his medication. I knew there was a God in heaven. I looked at pictures from the accident, and all this man had was a few cuts and bruises. God had really spared his life.

"Mr. Brown, I don't really say this, only because people have their issues with religion, but God, God gave you another chance at life, your car is damaged, it would take thousands of dollars to fix your car, but you, you only have three or four cuts and a headache, I'm greatly amazed," I smiled.

He nodded his head and looked back up at the wall. "Can I see Beyoncé?" He asked.

"Of course, I'll go get her for you," I replied. I placed his chart back on the counter and then exited the room.
As I walked out to the waiting area, the group of people who were waiting for Mr. Brown walked up.

"How is he doc?" An older lady asked as she wiped her eyes.

"He's up, wide awake," I replied.

"Oh thank you Jesus, thank you Jesus," she said as she clapped her hands and bent down on the ground.

"Thank you Jesus, my boy," she laughed as she wiped the tear from her eye.

Three guys behind her patted her on the back. I noticed them from TV and music videos. August Alsina, Trey Songz, and Jamie Foxx. I was going to ask for their autographs for my daughter but I knew this was the wrong time.

"He's asking if he can see Beyoncé," I replied.

"He wanted to see me?" A light skinned girl asked.

"Yes, he wants to see you," I smiled.

"Go back there baby, go back there sweetheart, and see him," the order lady said.

Beyoncé nodded and she followed me to the room. I smiled and opened the door for her. I was happy and relieved that I didn't have to break any bad news to them.

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Beyoncé -

"Hey baby," Chris smiled as I walked through the room.

"Oh my god, baby I'm so happy," I said as I began to break down crying.

"Come here," he said as he patted the left side of the bed. He slowly scooted over almost as if he was in pain.

I climbed in bed next to him and laid my head against his.

I grabbed his chin and pulled him in for a long lingering kiss.

He wrapped his arm around my waist and pecked my lips.

"Baby I thought you weren't going to make it, i prayed and prayed," I replied as I rubbed his face and kissed his forehead.

"God got me baby, he gave me another day," he smiled.

"So that means you'll go to church with me on Sunday?" I asked with my eye brow raised.

"Yes, I will baby," he smiled.

I gave him another kiss and we rubbed our nose against each other's.

"Baby I got something to tell you," he replied.

"I do too, I have some exciting news for you," I smiled as I took my thumb and traced his eye brows.

"Yeah but I think you should let me say what I have to say first," he replied.

"Okay I'm listening," I said with a confused look on my heart.

"Baby a couple days ago before the accident, actually the same day that we had that big argument, I went to the club that night, and I was drinking and smoking when I saw Kelly sitting by the bar. I had been thinking about you so I walked up to talk to her and we started t-talking t-the next thing I knew-"

"Beyoncé can I see you for a minute?" My father said as he barged in the room.

"Dad wait, I'm talking to Chris," I replied.

"Beyoncé Now," he said.

"Dammit daddy I'm talking to Chris!" I yelled.

The next thing I knew was feeling the sting of my fathers hand being slapped across my face.

"Don't you ever raise you're voice at me!" He yelled.

"Yo bruh keep you're fucking hands to yourself!" Chris yelled as he bucked up.

"You shut the fuck up, and stay out of this, Beyoncé is my damn daughter," he yelled as he yanked me up.

I pushed him back and Chris bucked up.

We both stood froze as three buff men walked inside the room with black suits and fedora's on.

The first one was lit out his cigar and threw it on the ground. He took his size twelve Stacy Adams dress shoes and let if out.

When he lifted his head my heart stopped. I looked dead in the eyes of my ex, the one and only Shawn Carter. "Beyoncé," he smirked. "Shawn," I replied. "It's been a long time," he said as he blew out a cloud of smoke. "Indeed," I replied.