Reese Money (A Lil Reese Story)

Don't Leave Home

Lelani's POV

The drive to the Hospital wasn't so bad.. at least the Uber driver wasn't tryna mack on me or tell me his life story like they usually be doing. He was this old african man and the whole ride there this nigga kept playing some tribal instrumental music. Shit was weird, but it relaxed me i wasn't finna lie. 

"Thank you," I said politely and smiled as he arrived at the Hospital, parking the car right at the entrance. He nodded and smiled at me as i left and made my way inside of the building. I took several deep breaths, trying to steady my heart from beating outta my damn chest. I didn't know why the fuck i was so nervous, it wasn't like Lester or my Mama was finna beat my ass with a broom stick. I remembered the room number from the last time i came and recalled his ass was in ICU.. I gulped wondering if he was still up in there. 

'Room 409' I reminded myself as i pushed the button for the elevator, wrapping my arms around myself even though i wasn't cold. I still had my Nike sweatsuit on, so i was warm but i still felt a chill run down my spine. My phone vibrated in my pocket and i fished out while waiting for the elevator to make it down to my floor. Pulling it out, I rolled my eyes noticing the text message from the number i had known to recognize. 

New text message from +1(773)-671-5570 

+1(773)-671-5570 : you aight now broski?  

Me: im fine nigga

+1(773)-671-5570: finna pick u up u still @ durk's right?

Me: nah im finna visit my mama 

+1(773)-671-5570: alone?? 

Me: noo with fredo nigga fuck u think

I sent the text to him and rolled my eyes at my sarcastic ass knowing his ass would flip. I looked down onto my phone and seen them 3 little dots that indicated he was typing and quickly turned off my phone. I'll deal with his ass later. Tavares always getting pressed ova the littlest shit. 

Ding!

The elevator dinged and i stepped inside,  pressing the large ass 4 on it and sighed leaning back against the wall, thanking God i was alone. Glancing at myself in the glass mirror all around, I stuck my tongue out at myself and decided to take my hair out of it's messy bun, since Tavares fucked it up when he asked me if i was mixed. Like what nigga? Pulling the elastic band from my hair, i let it fall down onto my shoulders and ran my hair though my curls carefully while scratching at my scalp. I really needed to straighten this shit one day. The bell dinged and I stepped out onto the 4th floor, tucking my hair behind my ears as I looked down on the hallway on either side, not knowing where the fuck to go. 

Left or Right.. Left or Right... Fuck it. I said and did eenie meenie miniee moe. Left it is! Walking to the left side of the Intensive Care Unit I passed all the doors, watching the numbers as they went by. 

415, 413, 411, 409,

I froze at room 409, swallowing hard as fuck as my heart started to beat. I took a deep breath in with my hand on the doorknob before opening it slowly. Peaking my head inside I blinked seeing Lester's body lying on the bed looking sleep with a whole bunch of bandages wrapped around his head and from what i could see, the rest of his body. I scrunched up my face, seeing another body under the sheets with him doing god knows what. Blinking, i walked into the room and slammed the door behind me so i could grasp their attention. 

"Who the fuck is th-" Lester said with a raspy voice as he opened his eyes, noticing me. The person under the sheets slid out I felt like throwing up seeing my mama there with some white shit on her lips.