The Patient.

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"Dr. Shakur wanted on floor 2, I repeat Dr. Shakur to floor 2 immediately."

"Ah! Hell, what now?!" Tupac groaned in between sipping from a small applesauce container during his lunch break.

He never got to enjoy his lunch breaks, and he rarely minded. But today he had been on his feet most of the day working floor 2 so he thought he deserved this time alone.

"Shoot! They calling you again?" The  janitor spoke on his way by sweeping.

Kadafi had just gotten Tupac's full attention; Finally, someone that understands! He thought.

"Exactly! They don't pay me enough for all this."

"Word!" Kadafi nodded before putting the straw broom away on his cart then digging a freshly rolled blunt from the pocket of his janitor's suit.

"Man, you getting blazed on the job?"

"For sure." he answered, "when you are done taking care of things upstairs how bout you come chill and light this up with me?"

Tupac thought about it "nah! I'ma have to pass on that."

Kadafi licked the blunt "suit yourself then." he grumbled before walking off with his squeaky sounding cart.

Tupac tossed the applesauce in a garbage bin before heading upstairs. On his way over he spotted his fiancee Dekiya Moss, Dede, Nurse Moss, or his favorite nickname for her De-Mo.

"Sup!" he greeted smoothly while giving her his best pearly white smile.

"I didn't expect to see you on this floor," she replied.

"Well, you see me, don't you?"

She grinned, giving his strong stature the once over "yeah, I do."

"And?" He moved closer. Her nose flared at the delicious scent of his cologne. She would never let him know. But she wouldn't mind if they both disappeared into one of the nearby janitor's closets as they use to in medical school.

"And you look handsome," she confessed as he kissed those words right off her plump lips.

"Get a room!" someone yelled, but they ignored the sly remarks from her girlfriends and continued with their sweet puppy love.

Tupac made his way from the elevator on floor 2 after.

He moved a foot forward almost being knocked over by a stretcher being rushed through the halls by a group of nurses in mismatched scrubs.

"Aye! What's going on?" He had to know as he offered a helping hand. His brown eyes lingered over the resting beauty on the stretcher. He got a little sick to his stomach.

"Victim found unconscious after a fatal car crash on Bay Street!"

"Get her to room 305, place her under anesthesia and someone please give her some warm bed sheets for Christ's sake she's freezing!" Tupac ordered as he took over.

After looking over the injured body and checking her pulse. He knew what had to be done, though it was quite risky. Not to mention, unheard-of around the hospital, he knew it was all or nothing.

He had to save her.

The wall clock moved swiftly as the sun had set over Detroit and streetlights were making their grand return for the night.

They managed to correct all the fractured bones in her legs without damaging any nerves. And for the first time in a very long time the halls of Mekka Creek grew quiet. Until a woman pushed through the doors causing a ruckus.

"I want to see my daughter this instant."

"She- ma'am, you can't just ba-" the lady at the front desk tried explaining in a calm tone.

"Aaliyah!" the woman repeatedly shouted which of course sent security over "get your filthy hands off me. I am a grieving mother worried sick about her child... I get a call from my son notifying me my daughter has been in a crash only to come to the hospital and get treated horribly."

"Ma'am no ones mistreating you, but you can't just be coming up in here acting like that and expect us no-"

"You look here you tell me what room my daughter is in now or else," she demanded her voice slightly cracking. She was after all a grieving mother. Aaliyah was her only daughter, her pride & joy and the only thing that made perfect sense in her world at one point.

When word got back to Tupac that his patient's mother was downstairs distraught. He thought it would be a good idea to go greet her, so that's what he did. He took the elevator down and came face to face with fiery Belinda Haughton.

"Hello."

"Are you here to tell me where the hell my daughter is!?"

"She's fine." he assured, "she's just had surgery which was a-"

"Surgery!? Oh! My Lord," she cried as he helped her onto the elevator.

Belinda broke down when she made it to the room Aaliyah was in. Seeing her daughter laying there unconscious and connected to a heart monitor was to her the worst possible thing a mother would want to witness. Tupac watched from the doorway as Belinda cried. He hated seeing women cry, from all the years he had to listen to his own mother shed tears through the thin walls of their old rundown apartments.

She couldn't shake the feeling that it was her fault. Just then a warm hand touched her shoulder as she looked up at Tupac who stood over her kneeling body.

"She'll be alright."

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A/N: 5 chapters were updated today!!! Do not forget to comment, vote, and add this story to your reading lists and library if you like the story so far.