Quavo's Trip To Cuba

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I held Cuba's hand as she was rolled into the operating room. Me, my mom, and Cuba's mom were allowed in the room during the surgery. We were dressed down in robes, and had our hair and shoes covered. Cuba was positioned in the center of the room and a blue sheet separated her body. I could tell she was nervous because she began to grip my hand tighter. I was given a chair to sit by Cuba's head, and my mom & Cuba's mom stood behind me.

"You ready?" I asked her.

"No, I'm fucking scared G." She whined. I grabbed the sides of her head & kissed her forehead.

"Don't leave me Qua I need you."

"I ain't going nowhere Shawty."

The room then filled with the doctor & several nurses. They shook our hands and began to explain the procedure to us, and the drugs Cuba would be getting.

"How you doing this morning Ms. Cuba?" The black doctor from yesterday asked her.

"Tired, nervous."

"I understand but everything's gonna be just fine. Let's get her swabbed up." He said as he covered his face with a mask. I could barely see whatever they was doing since the sheet was covering her belly. I watched them opened her robe and pour some gel on her, rubbing it all over. Another nurse put a breathing mask on Cuba. I could tell that scared her even more. I looked down at her and couldn't help but to curse myself for being the reason for all this shit. She's only 18 and this is a lot for her to deal with.

"Alright Cuba, I'm gonna give you anesthetic and numb you up." A nurse said. "This is gonna punch just a little, just bare with me."

Cuba rapidly shook her head no, and I squeezed her hand. I already know she not gonna take this well. The nurse pulled out a long needle, thankly Cuba ain't see it. She prepped it then stuck it inside Cuba.

"Ow Fuck!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. Her breathing hitched and her face soaked with tears. I held one hand & her mom held the other. When the nurse was done I wiped Cuba's face.

"You done Shawty, you doing good."

"It hurt!" She cried.

"I know baby."

The doctor walked back in and stood to the side of Cuba. He had all types of tools that was next to him which meant it was time. I kissed Cuba's cheek & turned her head to face me.

"I love you." I whispered to her.

"I... I love you too." She said as more tears fell, her words mumbled behind her breathing mask. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the doctor was finally cutting Cuba up. My mom hung onto my shoulder and said a prayer to herself.

"What do you feel?" I asked Cuba.

"Nothing." She whispered back.

I rested my forehead on hers and we stayed like this. After about 20 minutes of the silence and the doctors working, I became anxious. Before I could say anything, the doctor spoke up.

"Here she comes." He said. We all shot our heads up and I stood from my seat. Ignoring Cuba's open belly, I watched my baby girl being pulled out. The doctor held her up for us to see as the nurses cheered.

"Oh my God she's beautiful!" My mom cried.

They immediately laid her on a table on the opposite side of the room, cleaned her up and cleared her airways. She wasn't crying but they say she was breathing so it was fine.