He's mine (ON HOLD)

Chapter Eighteen

I feel myself trying to move, but failing at each attempt. I can hear people talking around me. I want to open my eyes and talk. My chest hurts, and my throat feels funny. My hand twitches. I try to move it more, but it doesn't move anymore.

I can feel a hand grasp mine. I want to squeeze it and let them know I'm ok. Suddenly, I feel the urge to cough. My throat is dry, and it hurts to move it. I still can't move my body, but I feel more relaxed and comfortable.

I hear a man start talking. "She should start moving very shortly. Her body started breathing on her own. The amount of blood loss she had can be the cause of her unconsciousness. I'll keep you posted." I hear footsteps walk away.

Someone is crying next to me. They sound sad and jagged. I have the urge to comfort them, so I try to reach my hand out and it finally moves. I lift it and touch the cheek of the crying person. They lean in to my embrace.

"I'm so glad you're ok baby." De'Quan says in a raspy voice.

De'Quan was the one crying. I slowly force my eyes to open. The lights are bright, but my eyes quickly adjust. I turn my head and look at De'Quan. He has bags under his eyes and he have tears streaming down his face. I wipe away the last tears from his face. "How much sleep have you had?" I ask. My voice is course and dry.

"Not much. I've been sitting in this chair ever since you came in here." He smiles.

"When I get discharged, we're going straight home and you're going to get some sleep." I smile along with him.

I hear someone clear their throat. I turn my head see scar standing next to my bed. The guys are behind him with their hands up in surrender.

"Hey." He says walking up to me.

"What do you want?" I say with a monotone voice.

"I want you to reconsider De'Quan. At least think about me." He tries to grab my hand.

"I'm lying in bed with a gunshot wound and you want to talk about relationships. I love De'Quan. I love you as a brother. I can't get over what you said to me during the fight." I keep my face stern and relaxed.

"He doesn't know what you've been through. I know everything you've been through. I just want a chance to prove it to you."

"No. I love De'Quan and I'm staying with him." I grab De'Quan's and hold it in mine.

Scar looks sad, but walks out of the room.

De'Quan kisses my hands. I smile and settle back into bed.

Austin walks up to me with an envelope. "Somehow Alexandrea found you and told me to give this to you." He hands me the envelope and stands back with the rest of the guys.

My name is written on the front. I rip the envelope open and pull out the piece of paper. It is signed by Alexandrea.

"Hello Kacey, I will get De'Quan back. I love him, and he loves me. He will come back to me. You are nothing, but a homewrecking whore. I will prove to De'Quan that I am what he wants. Just look at what you wear. Canine piercings. Both a medusa piercing and septum piercings. Clothes that barely fit you. He wants a skinny girl like me not a chubby girl like you. I hope you feel better." I read.

I crumble the paper and clench my fist.

"Baby, what did it say? Your heart rate is through the roof." De'Quan asks squeezing my hand.

"We will talk about it at home in private." I say and lay back in bed.

The doctor comes in and I lift my head up. "I'm glad you're awake." He says with a smile.

"Thank you." I say. I smile at De'Quan.

"I know you remember what happened. The bullet entered and punctured your lung. We don't have to worry about removing the bullet because it exited out the back. We removed all the air from outside your lungs and all the fluid from inside them." He starts telling me what they did.

I nod my head.

"You lost a lot of blood, so you've been out for about five days. We already removed the tube in your lungs. I'm going to discharge you today because your lung is holding up well. You need to take it easy though. Keep the wound clean and don't shower or swim for the next few days. Let me have the nurse give you the papers." He smiles and walks out the room.

I sigh and sit up. My chest didn't hurt as much as my fist did which are still clenched. I feel De'Quan sit on the side of the bed. I scoot over and allow him to sit next to me.

He lays his head on my chest and closes his eyes. He falls asleep instantly. His dreads fall across his face as he sleeps.

I move them out his face and caresshis face. I'm so glad I'm with him and I'm alive. The nurse comes in and havesme sign off on paperwork including insurance. She gives me a packet ondischarge instructions. I wake De'Quan and get dressed.