Talk To Me | •Slow Down Sequel•

Chapter 15- FuCk YOU Looking AT?!

Tory

I'd parked in a parking spot closer to the building before busting into the Emergency Room. I walked up to the desk, "I'm looking for Ayona Summers."

Without so much as a look up at me, the woman at the desk—who's name-badge spelled "Djanae"— grabbed a clipboard with papers secured to it and shoved them in my direction.

"Sign in and take a seat. Your name will be called," she trailed off. "Eventually," she muttered. "Imma need you to get off your as-"

"Day." I turned around, it was Hakeem. Nigga looked like he was exhausted. "Come on, nigga." He guided us over to some seats to the side, where Porsha was sitting practically bouncing in her seat, nervously.

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"Ayona Summers." A nurse came into the waiting room. Just as I'd sprung up out of my seat, Khalil had beat us to her. "Yea, I'm a close friend." He must've just been walking through the automatic sliding doors because I hadn't noticed him otherwise.

"Oh," the nurse responded. "But I need the person listed as her emergency contact."

"That's me," Porsha intervened.

"Oh, Ms. Bennings is it?"

"Yes, it is. Now is she alright? Is she in preterm labor or something."

"Oh," the nurse replied. Her tone had gone down considerably. I was worried and by the look on the others, so were they. "I'm sorry. Am I the only one who's spoken to you since Ms. Summers arrival?" We all nodded frantically.

"Well, I'm Ms. Jay. I will be caring for Ms. Summers after her surgery—" She pointed over to the chairs. "How about you take a seat?" she suggested. We complied, waiting in anticipation.

I was going to strangle the woman if she didn't just tell us what was going on.

"One question though. Umm, is the father present at the moment?" I glared over at Khalil, who's quickly jumped at the attention.

It must've taken us too long to answer because Ms. Jay continued regardless.

"Never mind that. Ms. Bennings could I possibly talk to you alone then?" Porsha shook her head, "Whatever you say to me can be said to these two also." She pointed at Keem and me.

"We're all family."

Khalil had gotten up and walked away, giving us space.

"Alright," Jay cleared her throat. "It appears as though, Ms. Summers, was attacked earlier this morning—"

I jumped out of my seat, "What?!"

Porsha glared at me, "Sit down so she can finish up," her gaze softened, "please."

I sat down.

"...She'd been stabbed in her abdomen." I heard a stifled sob from Porsha, Keem had her in his embrace, reassuring her things would be alright.

"She's been in critical condition when she came in—but she has the most talented doctors working on her right now. She lost a lot of blood—"

"How's the baby?" Porsha asked. "Knowing her she'd want the baby to survive over her any day."

The nurse nodded, "Luckily, it won't have to come down to that—"

It been as if everyone had finally taken a breath and a tiny weight had been lifted.

"—There may be a chance that her child might be delivered preterm, but we will do everything we can to avoid that, being that she is hardly at six and a half months. The baby was extremely lucky, it did not experience any injuries."

She took a deep breath, "The mother on the other hand, has been through a lot. She has months of recovery ahead of her if everything bodes well for her that is. Now the surgery should be over in the next two hours or so."

"Please make yourselves comfortable, I will be out as soon as I can to update you all on her progress." After apologizing to us, she excused herself, disappearing behind the double doors.

All I could see was red. How could have this happened?

I looked up and Khalil standing there looking stupid tipped me off the edge.

Like a dog reeling back before a race I sprung off my seat toward him, "How the fuck did you let this happen to her?!!"

He was taller than me, but I'd never ran from a nigga and I wasn't starting today. He looked lost, as my reeled back and gave him a good hit in the jaw. He held his jaw in hand.

Barely a second later he'd also pulled his arm back, both of us ready to get it popping in that moment.

"Wooow, is y'all serious?" Porsha had put herself in between us, meanwhile, Keem was holding me back. Right then an older looking nurse had walked into the waiting room.

"I suggest you get it together before I call security to escort you all out of the building indefinitely!"

Not once had my eyes left Khalil, I was breathing hard. Keem tugged on my arm, "Come on, let it go."

"Fuck him," I growled. "I'm not done with you." With one final puff, I snatched my arm from Keem, hurrying outside. "Fuck you looking at?" We'd had an audience.