Learning to Breath

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

⛔️⛔️Sincere P.O.V.⛔️⛔️
We had been sitting for 3 hours in this waiting room. We all sat in the waiting room just praying and waiting. Honestly I think we were all trying not cry, she meant something to all of us. Granny Fran joined up about an hour again and she the only thing keeping all of us level headed. About 10 more minutes had went by before a female doctor came out asking for us. We all stood rushing towards her.
"Hi I'm Dr. Eliza Author. Amarhi has suffered a lot of injuries... while she was in route to the hospitals she flat lined  twice." The doctor stoped speaking and we all looked at each other with fear sewn into our expressions. I saw silent tears streaming down Uncle T's face. I'm sure the doctor picked up on our energy because she began speaking again.

"We were able to bring her back and stabilize her before we got her into surgery." We all sighed in relief cutting her sentence short. She started back up talking.
"She suffered from broken bones which caused internal bleeding. We had to go in and stop that. She began to flat line again a-.." She was interrupted by Uncle T.

"Please just tell me if my daughter good or not... you giving me the run around for what.... just fucking tell me." He spoke in a low voice which soon raised and was laced with anger.

"Well as of now sir she is stabilized but she also suffered from a diffuse axonal injury... which means she is in a comma... because of the minority of the condition she is assumed to wake in about two weeks no more and no less." She finally finished speaking.

I was relieved but sad at the same time... It seemed like all this shit kept happening to her and I knew for damn sure she ain't deserve none of it. "One last thing is that she lost the baby she was only about two to three weeks... I'll be speaking to her about that when she wakes." She said in a professional tone.

I looked at her confused because that pregnancy test said she wasn't. I was there when she took it so I really didn't know what to think.

"Can we see her?" Uncle T asked in the same low tone he spoke in before.

"She's in room 252, on the second floor when you step off the elevator take a right and it'll be about the fifth or sixth door on the left." She spoke before receiving a thank  you from me.

We all walked of towards Marhi's room. None of us really knew what to expect, we just knew that it probably wouldn't be good. I honestly almost didn't want to go in there, I didn't wanna see her all beat battered and bruised. We all walked in and crowded around her bed, we knew she wasn't going to wake up but we all silently wished she would.

⛔️⛔️ Trevor P.O.V.⛔️⛔️

When we walked into Marhi's room I damn near lost it. I sighed at the sight, my daughter was laying in a hospital bed with casts and bandages all over. She didn't even look like herself from all the cuts, bruises, and swelling. At this point I just didn't know what to do, I didn't know why God kept putting my daughter through all of these things, I didn't know why she couldn't catch a break and I don't know how to fix it. That was the hardest part for me, not being able to make everything better for my little girl. She deserved that and so much more. I stood there looking as her wondering how she was so strong because I was barely holding my shit together and she was the one who was going through it. I sat down and so did everyone else and no one said a word we all just sat in an uneasy silence. I comforted my mother as she began to cry from seeing her grand daughter like this. That only made me feel more helpless than before.

⛔️⛔️King P.O.V.⛔️⛔️

This shit honestly was literally driving me crazy  it's seemed like every time I looked up there was something wrong with or something going on with my little sister, and every time I couldn't do shit about it. On top of that my dads court date is in two days all of this shit at the same time is way to much to handle, but I don't have a choice. Nobody asked if I was ok or how I was doing, I felt like I had to take on all this on my own. I stood off towards the back of the hospital room and watched everybody tend to Marhi. Sincere shot me a look from across the room I guess in a get over here way but I didn't really wanna be bothered so I ignored him. I don't know who the fuck he thinks he is trying to tell me how to handle shit with my sister. At this point I was getting irritated cause he wasn't even a part of the family and he just get here show up and show out it's like he was trying to take my place and everybody was letting him. I don't want to sound like a bitch or nothing but ever since my dad pulled him in closer it seemed like he just had to come in and save the day every time and he keep trynna tell me how to handle shit like I don't know what to do. My gran looked over to me and motioned for me to meet her in the hallway. I followed her out the room and she led the way to the cafeteria, I paid for the food we picked up and took a seat. "What's going on? Are you ok?" My gran asked. "I'm fine" I said not making eye contact "Don't sit here and lie to me Kingston." She said adding base to her voice. I mentally rolled my eyes " Gran, you know you're the first one to ask me how I was doing?" The glare she was once given me softened as I continued to speak. "No one asked me what it did to me walking into my sister getting raped, nobody asked me how it felt to be the one at the scene of the accident and praying they get her out of the car in time." I told her as a couple tears rolled down my cheeks "Kingston, I am so sorry baby" was all she said there was really nothing else she could say. "Do you wanna talk about it?" She asked half way through our meal. "Imma just be honest with you cause I need to vent to somebody before I break. Nobody asked me how I felt when I lost my mother, or my father possibly going to prison. I understand Marhi is the one who went through it but how do y'all think it made me feel as her big brother the man who is supposed to protect coming to both situations one second too late from preventing everything? That shit hurt and I don't know how I can ever make it up to her." I said as more tears fell, there was a short silence before she spoke. "Baby, you are not to blame for any of this. God won't give her more than she can handle, and I know you might be doubting him right because he keeps putting her through things but now is the time where you have to have the most faith. He is going to pull her through and she'll come out stronger and better than ever. You make it up to her by praying for and not loosing your way, by making sure that if your dad does go away you're there to fill his shoes. We all love you and we messed up, I hope you can forgive us." She said as she places her hand over mine, I wiped my face and we finished our meal. We cleared or trash and took the rest of the food back to my dad and Sincere. I went and kissed my sister on her forehead and whispered that I loved her. I took my place back over in the corner of the room but seared this time.