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21/Ch. 4

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

My eyes were blinded when I took the TINIEST sight in. I reached up to cover them, but felt something in my arms. I thought back to my latest memory. Rakim! I forced open my eyes. I was momentarily sight-disabled, but I slowly adjusted.

The accident. I'm in a hospital, but where is he?

I looked around. I see a big window, monitors, a tv, and 2 doors. I got up, removed the tubes, and headed for the door beside the tv. My legs are weak, but I try to pull through. I swung open the door. Bathroom. I switched on the lights and gasped. I see myself in the mirror. My eye is black and my lip is busted.

I backed out and opened the other door. A hallway. I saw a desk down the corridor, so I slowly limped to it.

"Hey." Eww. My voice is groggy.

"Hi, and you're Cherelle Luckette?"

"Yeah. Where's Rakim Phillips?"

"I'm sorry, but you have to go back to your room because your--"

"Where is Rakim?! I need to see him."

"Sweetie, he's not in a condition for visitors. He needs to rest."

"I will make a scene if you don't escort me to my boyfriend's room."

She huffed and stomped up.

"Follow me."

We went into an elevator, up to the 7th floor. When we stepped out, we went to the left and she opened the last door on the right.

"Your room is on the 3rd floor and the number is 305."

We rudely went our separate ways.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I slowly went to a bed while taking staccato steps.

Step.

Step.

Step.

I got into view of his face. It's mostly bandaged and his arms are full of cuts.

"Rakim?"

I waited, but didn't get a reply. I sat down in the chair beside his bed and transferred from reality to my thoughts.

How did this happen? Is he gonna be okay? He looks....dead. I wonder what he'll do if....no, not if, when he wakes up. I truly love him. God, let him be okay.

I feel asleep after that.
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