Khali POV
My eyes slowly attempted to open, but the bright ass light above me had me squinting like a light skinned nigga taking a picture.
"YO WHERE THE FUCK AM I?!"
Trying to sit up was a big mistake for me. Not only does my head hurt bad as fuck, but my whole midsection feel like someone broke the shit. Feel like somebody laid me on the ground and drove over just my midsection. Feel like someone threw me in a creek so I hit my head but then they... threw center blocks at my midsection.
My arm and hand felt stiff as fuck, but I managed to move it. When I did, I moved it towards my head.
"HOLD THE FUCK UP! WHERE MY DAMN HAIR AT?!"
I put my left arm down then moved my right one to feel that all my hair was to one side.
"Oh, okay. Good. Thought I was robbed by a hood rat."
I laid there for a few more seconds before the door opened. No knocking, no nothin.
"Good afternoon Mr.Graham." The person said as she came over to me.
"Where am I? And, and, where is my son, umm, Khali? And where's my daughter, umm, Ariel? Tinkerbell? Sleeping Beauty?"
"Your son's name is Khalid sir. Your name is Khali. And those were Disney characters sir."
How she gon tell me? Shit I know, I just wanted to see where her head at this morning.
"Yeah I know. Um. The D be silent sometime. And umm, she has a lot of nicknames."
"Sir, can you tell me anything about yourself? Name and birth month?"
"Well I mean you just called me Graham and Khali, so... Khali Graham and December 20th."
"How about your age?"
"19."
"What year is it?"
"3024, what do you think lady? Where my kids at though?"
She looked like she wanted to say something out the way to me, but instead she thought about her job and fixed her face. Shawty got me more fucked up than them tracks that's trying their best to hold on to her foehead.
"Sir these questions may seem pointless, but I have to ask them to see what you can remember. Do you know you're in a hospital right now?"
I didn't feel like moving my head, so I simply moved my eyes all around the room. Me being in the hospital really would explain why I feel like I'm in a freezer. It's cold as hell i... Well, I don't think hell is cold, but it's colder than a polar bear's pussy in this bitch.
"Damn I thought I was standing in line at the DMV. Had no idea I was in the hospital." I stated, lacing my voice with sarcasm.
She rolled her eyes. "Could you tell me what you remember prior to this moment?"
The last thing I clearly remember is being with my mother and son in the airport. I kinda remember us leaving... Hold the fuck up... I remember losing control of whatever I was driving...
"I was leaving the airport with my son."
"Can you remember what you were doing there?"
Dropping the Muffin man off so he can take flight to the Netherlands, what the fuck does she think? What do people normally do at an airport? Either they finna get gone or they droppin somebody of that's bout to get gone. Or... Well I guess they could work there too.
"I had to take my mother there. Now could you stop with all these dumb ass questions or no?"
"Sir you and your son were in a very bad accident. If it weren't for the SUV you were in, you both could be in very fatal condition. You are very lucky. You have a concussion so that may be why things don't make much sense. They will as you begin to heal."
