Namiko
I paced my room and called Miliano at least 10 times. But every time I called, I wouldn't et to hear his sexy voice like I had hoped. I always got his voicemail. I started to worry when my phone lit up with a call from my brother.
"Ayo Nami you need to meet me at Gracetown Hospital. Mill got shot." That was all he said before I could no longer hear anything.
I felt all the air escape my lungs and my head felt light. I had forgotten that I was on the phone until I heard my brother, Masumi screaming my name.
"I'm on my way" I mumble from my trance-like state.
When I arrived at the ER, I was oblivious to the hustle and bustle around me. The cold sterile air cause goosebumps to prickle my skin. I then realized I didn't put my bra back on. I could feel people staring at me so I zipped my jacket up as far as it could go. I noticed a woman in her late 40s sitting in the corner clutching at her sides and crying hysterical hiccupy sobs.I assumed that was his mother.
I guess the pain on my face explained everything because when our eyes met she immediately rose from her seat and wrapped me in her arms. Before I knew it, I was sobbing uncontrollably on her shoulder and she was doing the same. For a long time, no words passed between us. It was just the mutual pain and sobbing for her son.
Will all the strength I could muster, I pulled myself. "I'm Namiko." I say though my dry cracked lips that I lick painfully.
With eyes twinkling like fire she says to me "I know."
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