Hood Math (HDLY#4)

chapter 22

Beep! Beep!

Tamel's eyes fluttered. He felt all sorts of pain shooting through all his nerves. The more he tried to open his eyelids, the more the barrage of pain started to escalate throughout his body.

He grunted in pain. He didn't hear the sound of his voice. He felt tone deaf like everything was inaudible except for an annoying beeping sound.

Beep! Beep!

His eyes felt like they had boulders laying on them. He felt movement. He could feel the hairs on his arms rose up but he couldn't move his arms. He also couldn't feel his fingers just ounces of gut drenching pain where his fingers would be.

He felt movement like something or someone was moving around next to him. He could hear bits and pieces of noise but mostly that drilling beeping sound. He tried to make another grunting sound. His mouth felt pasty like they were closed shut with glue and he was trying to pry open his lips to speak.

He felt liquid smothered his lips like someone was trying to spoon fed him water. He grunted again and the beeping started becoming frequent and louder.

The noises were coming in clearer and they started to sound like voices...happy, excited voices. The beeping sound was still drowning out the words but now he knew there were people around him.

He tried opening his eyes again. His mouth was almost feeling loose.

He felt his eyes were taped shut and he was ripping each strand of it as he lifted up his eyelids inch by inch.

The beeping was lowering down in volume and now he could hear other noises mostly shuffling and voices.

He couldn't make out what the voices were saying but one thing shot as audible. "I don't care what his last name is. He's a Bishop and you can't kill a Bishop."

Tamel was fighting with all his might to get his eyes to open. He felt like it was taking all his strength.

He could feel his heart starting to beat fast with each attempt. He knew this was hurting his body more than he knew but he had to try.

His brain was sending a hundred messages to his bodies mostly of agony. His whole body was throbbing and in convulsions. It felt like he was on fire and every flame was hitting a synopsis.

But he couldn't give up. He had committed to it now. He needed to see who was on the other side of all those darkness.

The last time he was laid up. He was greeted with the loving voice of his brother, Train, and also the conceiving bitch that shot him in the first place.

Tamel still wanted to murder that girl. She was still the cause of all his grief. She was the start of all his troubles.

As he focused more on the lady that almost tried to turn his own brother against him and the daughter of the woman that tried to set him up, another sensation overcame his body. Another greater and deeper feeling took place of the original pain he was feeling. It was something more powerful and much more menacing.

It was hatred, pure hatred. The undying hatred for the family that did this to him. From King to Lady Gayle to finally that brat Charmaine, they all caused the destruction of what he once all held dear.

Now he was fighting to wake up. He was fighting his body to come alive. He wanted his body to embrace that pain so he could later use it to fuse the light for the keg of fury that he had building up inside him.

Sure Charmaine was the cause of all this. She probably was even the one that set him and his brother up. Matter of fact now he was sure of it. The guy was talking nonsense. The man didn't want them dead because of the fake cop and the other brother that Train and him killed. The guy called Street may have had the names of the people he had got murdered but that Street character wasn't really there for them or for that. Now that other fellow that was in the room was the one that really wanted them there. That man wanted...he had wanted Train. He wanted Train for...Train?

Thoughts of his brother shot through his head causing migraines the size of medicine balls to invade his head. Where was his brother? That voice he just heard. That had to be him. Train would never let Tamel die. Tamel knew Train would always be at the other end of the tunnel waiting with a smile and a sarcastic joke.

Yes, that's why he needed to get his eyes open. He needed to see Train. He needed to get Train to help him get his revenge. Yes, Train would help. It would be like it always was.

His eyes fluttered some more. A glimpse of light and shadow welcomed the inch of pupil hat was peeking out of his ever slowly rising eyelids.

He took all his energy but he needed to make his eyes open. He would drain him but he didn't care. He needed to see Train. He would know it would be alright once he saw Train.

The beeping noise was subsiding as his eyes keep inching open. His mouth was still pasty but he could feel the tightness around his lips loosen as his eyes began to welcome more light.

He could more voices now.

"He's awake!"

"I knew it! I knew it!"

"Thank you Jesus!"

"Jesus? Jesus Rodriguez? Where? He owes me twenty dollars."

"You know you're going to hell with that blasphemy. Look, he really opening his eyes."

"Good, because I don't think they've been washing his ass. It smells like old people feet and dirty Doritos chips up in here."

"Come on, baby, open those eyes. I'm right here."

"He's trying to open his mouth too. Tell him don't. Not until I get a toothbrush and some bleach."

Tamel's eyes were halfway open and he could see two dark figures standing over him. A bright light was directly over them blocking his view of their faces but he felt another warm feeling come over him.

It was the strangest sensation. It wasn't hatred or pain. It was...it was...

His lips parted fully and he felt a huge barrage of mucus and salvia rise up from his throat. It shot up through his trachea and protruded through his open mouth as his head jolted up as well as his eyes.

He coughed up phlegm and dried blood as he adjusted his eyes. The two figures became clearer as they backed up away from his liquid projectile.

Tamel looked down and saw he was in a gurney covered in a sheet. Tubes were stuck in all parts of his body and he recognized the beeping thing as the heart monitor that was attached to his chest via a strap.

Tamel looked at the two people who were just staring at him.

"Where am i? Where's my brother? Where's Train?"

"Calm down, man," one of the figures said placing his hands on Tamel's shoulders to steady Tamel. "We got you."

Tamel coughed up another batch of dry mucus and looked at the person holding his shoulders. "Where's my bro...brother? Where's Train?"

The person looked confused for a second. "Carmel, come here."

The other figure walked up to Tamel and looked at him with concern.

"It's going to be alright," the other figure said.

"What are you talking about? Why won't you tell me about my brother?" Tamel demanded.

Carmel lowered her head. "I knew this would happen."

"What the fuck?" Tamel was ecstatic. "Tell me something."

The man looked back at Carmel then cleared his throat.

"Son, I'm sorry to have to tell you but..."