Quest for Love

Chapter 7

It's been four days since the shooting and everything has been hectic. Deondre has been in a coma so we barely get to talk to him and I haven't been home since we left to go to see Que. When Deondre past out and my adrenaline wore off, I felt everything. Tearing my jacket off, I wrapped it around my arm to suppress my wound. Deondre and I was rushed to ICU immediately but I got cleared two days ago. The bullet missed my ribs by 2 inches but luckily didn't cause any long term harm to me. After getting cleared I went straight to his room and been in there since. I met Dre's side of the family and it was really sad at first because I feel like I'm responsible for him being in here. Having his mother cry in my arms made me feel even worse than I already felt. Slim, Sean, and Lisa flew out here the next day when they heard about the shooting but I wouldn't leave the hospital until I knew for sure Deondre was okay.

Sitting by his bed, I heard him mumbling. I got up from the seat and grabbed some water, putting the straw into his mouth.

"Thank you." He said quietly.

"You're welcome. You need anything? Food? Have to use the bathroom? Something?" I asked concern about him.

"Nah, I'm good. Are you good? What happened to your arm?"

"One of your bullets went through and hit me. I'm good though, nothing a tattoo can't cover up."

"You don't need to mark your body up and risk missing major deals for some jealous ass dude who can't move on. I'm sorry."

"What you sorry for? Those bullets weren't for you. Your family almost lost you. Your mother was crying in my arms, refusing to go home. Hell, I thought she was going to beat me for getting her baby shot. I was scared for my life out there." He started laughing but it soon ended when he started coughing. One of his nurses came in, checking his vitals and levels and helped him use the bathroom before she left to get more water.

"You know any other girl would've left, claiming hospitals make her sick." He said as I helped him get back in bed.

"I'm not like any other girl, Dre."

"Yea.... what day is it?"

"It's Friday."

"Damn we been here that long, huh? When you leaving?"

"Leaving where?"

"Home, to Atlanta?"

"Whenever you want to leave. I checked on my shoe store and my mom just left so I'm just chilling, waiting for the doctors to release you."

"You don't have to stay here for me. Go back to Atlanta, I'll hit you up when I get back. I promise and plus it's not safe for you here." He said seriously.

"I'm not going anywhere till you're able to walk outta here with me, Dre. Now since you up and well, tell me where all that anger came from at the prison." I asked sitting on the side of him in the hospital bed, rubbing my fingers through his waves.

"I don't respect any man who puts their hands on a woman and be proud of it. I watched my oldest went through that and she didn't make it. Her boyfriend beat her until she was brain dead. Since then, niggas like that don't deserve to be on this earth. He also had the nerve to get his mother killed for insurance money, Ion wanna be in the same room as that nigga, man. You lucky you alive, shorty. Yo peoples did right by you flying you outta here. Don't go back to the life you left, it's not worth it.

"Look I understand that but you knew I was going to see him before you agreed to come out here. If you knew you wouldn't be able to control yourself, you shouldn't had came. I'm a big girl, I can handle my own." He signed and turned the other way. "About the shooting, neither one of us was target."