"Thank God for blessing me much more than I deserve."
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Sitting in the waiting area for a little over an hour now, the silence was deafening. The only sound that could be heard through out the entire area were the slight sobs of people crying.
Hoping for a healthy and positive turn for Nicki, I decided to do the one thing that was left to do, which was to pray.
Lifting my head from the downward position it was placed in, wiping my face, I looked around at Nicki's Family and mine, scattered about the waiting area. Observing Everything and everyone. I watched as doctors and nurses walk up and down the hospital, not taking a break but just tending to their patients, I watched as other families were waiting for information about their loved ones or crying because of a loss.
I observed everyone that was here for Nicki, just looking at them you could see the hurt and pain displayed on their faces, my eyes then finally landed on her parents. I watched as Mr. Maraj continued to comfort his wife, the tight grip he had around her with her head pressing against his chest as one of his hands rubbed her back in a soothing motion. Her back would rise and fall because of the excessive crying. Every now and again she'd remove her head from his embrace to wipe her red puffy eyes and her running nose, the tissue she used was worn and started to shred so she'd use the sleeve of her shirt as a next resort.
Tearing my eyes from the intense stare I had on them, I stood to my feet. Making my way over the the receptionists desk, I stood in front of the lady who was well consumed by the computer.
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"Excuse me? Ma'am?" I said
"Yes? How may I help you?" She answered raising her eyebrows, not taking her eyes from the computer.
"Um, do you have any tissue? is it possible that I can get some?"
"Yeah, sure, here." she responded reaching behind her for a box of tissue, passing them to me.
"Thank You. 'preciate it." I told her, grabbing the box from her turning on my heel walking back over to the waiting area.
Walking over to Mr. and Mrs Maraj, I stood in the front of them with the box of tissues. Looking up at me and only acknowledging me for half of a minute Ms. Maraj rolled her eyes and placed her head back unto her husbands chest. Sighing a bit, I stepped closer to them taking from tissue from the box handing them to Mrs. Maraj, but she still refused to acknowledge my presence.
"Look, I know that you are in need of the extra tissue. I'm just being polite, could you just please take the tissues?" I asked her with my arm extended still holding the tissue.
"I don't want anything from you, especially not tissue. I wouldn't be in need of tissue if my daughter wasn't in the hospital and my daughter wouldn't be in the hospital if you would've known how to keep your dick in your pants!" she spat out like venom, lacing me with her words and I just stood there clenching my jaw.
"Look! I know that we are in a very unfortunate situation, I love Onika like a daughter and i'm hurt that she has to be in this predicament, but you need to ease up on how you're addressing my son!" My mom said standing next to me.
" No! Because this is all your sons fault!" Ms. Maraj said turning to us with tears streaming down her face. "Maybe you should've raised him better!" she said to my mom.
"Bitch!"
I stood listening to my mother and Ms. Maraj go back and forth with each other. There argument started to get more heated and personal, that caused me to get aggravated. Everyone is here for the same reason and that is to be here for Nicki, this arguing shit is unnecessary and its annoying.
