Darius Melvin Johnson P.O.V
"What you mean?" I asked as my eyes started to water.
"Man they shot him D. We was walking out his apartment building and they rolled up on us. Get up here now. We a Upstate.". My brother's best friend hung up the phone.
My brother best friend just told me that my older brother Damarcus just got shot nine times.
"Fuck man". I yelled as I punched a hole in my closet door.
I walked out the door before locking it and going to my car. I pulled off and sped off to the hospital. I ran two stop signs and three red lights and made a eight minute drive a three minute drive.
I payed for parking and then went to the front desk of the hospital.
"What room is Damarcus Johnson in?"
"In room 303D. I will need your ID". The lady held out her hand.
She scanned it and gave me it back before the printer printed out a sticker for me. She gave it to me and I put it on my chest.
"Go down the hall and take the hallway to the 3rd floor then make two lefts and you gonna see a big sign that says D and he should be in the 3rd door on the the right".
"Thanks". I nodded following her directions.
I took a deep breath before looking in the window of the room. I took a few more breaths before I opened the door.
My brother had so many wires hooked up to him and a tube down his throat. It broke my heart to see him like this.
"Did you call my dad?" I asked Jamaul Damarcus's best friend.
"Yeah he will be up here as soon as he can". He nodded.
"Where did he get shot at?" I sitting next to him.
"He got shot twice in his left leg and three times in his right, twice in his right arm, once in his left and once in his face. The doctors said he should be fine he just has two broken legs and may have trouble with his speech but other than that he really lucky man".
"Damn". I mumbled slouching in the chair staring at my brother.
Lawrence Dewight Howard P.O.V
"Just be honest with me". Montell looked at me.
"About what?" I sat down on his couch.
"Who is he?" Montell asked.
"Who is who?"
"Are you cheating on me? You been acting different and going MIA and don't tell me where you are or make up dumb excuses. So what's really up?"
"Would you calm down?" I huffed.
"And is this?" He held up my phone.
"Who?" I snatched my phone.
I looked at it and seen a text from my nurse.
(215)-234-6743: Are you available for next Saturday from 12-2?
"Nobody just a friend damn". I grabbed the remote turning on the TV.
"Give this shit and answer me". He snatched the remote turning on the TV.
"I told you already can we drop it?"
"You cheating son of a bitch". He mushed me in my face.
My face hit the arm of the couch.
"Yo would you chill. Damn".
