Poetic Monaé • Tupac Shakur

Chapter 53

|Monaé's P.O.V|

I knock on the hospital door twice before opening it, straight away I notice pacs body on the hospital bed.

"..pac" I mumble waiting for the worst, walking over to his bedside slowly. my eyes not breaking contact with his face, making me notice many bruises and cuts. His eyes open at the sound of my voice making me sigh in relief that he was conscious.

"Sup babygirl" he smile lightly but I could tell the last thing he wanted to do was smile, turning his head in my direction.

"What you mean Sup? you just got shot" I say cupping his face, seeing many bruises and cuts up close, and bandages throughout his person.

"Ain't a thang..I'll be good" his smile dropped a bit, my face stayed straight as I looked at his covered wounds..there was atleast five bullet holes that I could see.

"I'm just glad you ain't dead" I sniffled, kissing him on his chapped and cut lips, not caring.

"What happened to your face?" Pac asked in shock as he traced my bruised cheek with his fingers.

"Stupid ass cops..it's nothin" I shrug, not bothered about myself as I move his hand from my cheek.

"That why you didn't show up last night?" He asked examining my face with concern. 

"Mhmm, they had me in overnight..I wish I Fuckin had tho! If there was more of us, you wouldn't be in this mess!" I exclaim, collapsing on the chair beside his bed. Me and Darnell would've been two whole extra people! Maybe they wouldn't of even tried whatever they did.

"Monaé" he said looking at me in a soft tone, but I keep my head down, biting my inner lip in frustration.

"Monae, look at me" he said sternly, I sigh and look up at him, fighting the tears that where about to spill...they really did him bad, I've never seen him look this rough...or in pain.

"This ain't your fault..and never will be your fault, if anything I'm glad you weren't there! Anything could've went down" he assured me, the sight of his brushed and cut face alone had my heart in shambles. But He was right.

"You right..I'm trippin....W-What exactly happened?" I asked hesitantly, grabbing his hand noticing his bruised and cut knuckles. They really fucked him up...

"They ambushed me at the studio...beat and shot the fuck outta me..those hatin ass motherfuckers" he kissed his teeth in anger obviously recalling the event. My poor baby...fo real.

"You know who did it?" I asked looking back into his eyes, who would wanna hurt him like this fo real! Jealous motha fuckas...when I look at him and his soul? I couldn't ever think someone would want him dead...but that's the streets and success for you.

"I think it was a few mothafuckas I know..." he sighed frowning, obviously not wanting to tell me any names coz lord knows if he did.

"Whoever did this shit got me fucked up!...you could've died" I exclaimed, feeling the anger kick in.

"C'mon now...I'm still alive baby, God ain't finished with me yet" he lightly smiles at me, making a few tears leave my eyes as I shook my eyes in agreement. He lightly stroked my cheek with his finger making me spot the IV tubes before the room went silent.