Big Mistake 2

Cosmetic Lies

"The lies you tell, the secrets you manage to keep. What you do to someone for years upon years, will be returned in the favor of their eyes." -Yamesia

"Family of Paris Stewart." Doctor Simmons announces as he arrives back into the waiting area.

Paris had been in surgery for the last three hours.  Malcolm, Jules, and the kids were more than terrified and anxious to learn of her progress and where the doctors were at the moment of her surgery.

Everyone had been standing on pins and needles, awaiting for the doctor to arrive with the good news and the bad.

"How is she?" Malcolm asks, rubbing his hands together firmly.  He was trying to calm his nerves in order to avoid another panic attack.

Unlike anything he's ever faced harsh in his life, his wife being shot was something he was never ready to face.

"Where's my mom?!" Latavia yells loudly and furiously.  Octavia and Eric grab ahold onto her shoulder, sitting her down into the chair.

Latavia was a mama's girl for sure.  And once she learned of what happened, going ballistic and berserk were not the proper words to use.  Maybe something more like amok and raging with anger and anticipation.

The only thing Malcolm and Jules needed for them to know at the moment was that she was shot.  Once they learned who done it, there would be no turning back from the hatred that would build in their heart.

Paris and Malcolm always taught them how to forgive, but never forget.  But maybe after this, things will become more incomprehensible to chug down like a can of hot Sprite.

"Everyone please relax." Doctor Simmons gestures calmly. "Mr. Stewart, your wife is doing fine right now. The bullet missed her major abdominal aorta, but she will be in pain due to being shot and cut open in that direct spot. As of now, I've prescribed her some pain killers and she should stay on bedrest for the next month or so. But, she'll heal properly and wonderful. You can all see her as of now. She's in room 403."

"Alright, thank you so much Doctor Simmons." Jules thanks the doctor.

"You all are welcome." He responds before walking away.

"Listen, Malcolm." Jules says, pulling on his arm, he turns around to face her. "I'm gonna take the kids to get something to eat and we'll buy her some balloons and a basket. You know, just full of the things she loves. Don't worry, she's fine now that she's pulled through surgery just fine." She pulls Malcolm in for a hug.

"Thank you Jules." He finally manages to speak.  Tears were foaming in his eyes, he didn't know whether to be happy or sad at one time.

Malcolm hugged each of his kids before they left with Jules to run errands.  She figured they needed some fresh air from being cooped inside of the hospital's waiting room for so long.

Three car accidents had taken place, two women were stabbed to death, and a rocket launching gone wrong had all taken place within those three hours of being in Redwood's Hospital.

They weren't exactly bored from sitting around, due to all of the commotion.  They were quite astonished that so many tragedies had taken place in all of one day.  Nothing was ever perfect in the world, and nothing ever will be.  They understood it, but hated it.

Now that their mother had been bestowed upon the hatred this world produced, they couldn't help but feel every bit of hatred for how much love has left.