Dance for me

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"I swear imma go on a rage and kill all that nigga family." I said bouncing my leg. Jazmine came in the hallway with Naelean.

"She's ok?" I instantly got up picking up Naelean.

"She's fine. They ran some test to see you know if he touched her but all came out negative. They questioned her about the bruises on her arm though." She explained. Once we got to the hospital I made Jazmine go get Nana checked out to see if that nigga did anything to her.

I sat her on the chair next to me.

"Bruises? Nana lift up your sleeve." She did as told and showed me her arm which in fact did have bruises. My blood boiled. I swear I wanted to turn into reck it Ralph.

"Meeky I'm cold." I took my jacket off and put it over her small body. She mumbled thank you.

"Milly Where's my mommy?" Naelean asked me.

"She's sick so we had to come here so she can get better."

"Sick? When is she going to get better? Can't we buy her that blue thing she makes me drink when I'm sick? That always makes me feel better."

"We can't get her medicine for this type of sickness. She needs to see a doctor."

"I just want my mommy." She said pouting.

"Any update?" Omelly asked sitting in the seat next to me.

"They both still in there."

"Damn I know Cookie gonna pull through but Kevin I don't know this time." I waved him off.

"He'll be good." I said trying to convince myself.

"So what happened to Kim?" Jazmine asked looking at her nails then to me.

"Nic beat ha pretty bad they took her to get checked out." Omelly said.

"I say we kill her." I nodded.

"I agree." Omelly looked at me.

"Why?"

"She moves too flip flop for me. I don't know about y'all but she seems weird to me. I don't know her story but I could already tell that shit doesn't make sense. I mean Cookie beat ha ass for a reason I say we finish her."

"Yeah let's kill her." I said looking over at Nana who was fast asleep.

"Nigga shut up you just want to kill her just to kill someone." Omelly said mugging me.

"Family of Kevin Kersim?" A doctor said coming in with a clipboard. We all got up.

"That would be us."

"I'm sorry to say but he is in critical condition. One of the bullets hit his Thoracic which is the middle of your spine. He will recover from that but he may not be able to move around like he use to. If he makes it out of the surgery he will be given a wheel chair for 8-10 weeks."

"If?" Omelly questioned looking at the lady sideways. She sighed.

"I'm sorry but one of the bullets hit just 3 centimeters from his heart. We're trying to get it out without doing any damage to the heart, but due to the excessive bleeding Mr Kersim may not make it. He may bleed out. He's in critical condition."