Talk To Me | •Slow Down Sequel•

Chapter 16- Waiting

Tory

I'd walked through the automatic double, heading outside with Keem hot in my steps.

I needed to cool down. I was so angry, how was it that she was out that late in the night and got stabbed.

"Aye mayne you gud? She's gone be alright."

Huffing, I turned towards him. "We don't know that. How the fuck shit like that even happen?"

"Fuuuck!" I yelled.

"Aye calm down. How she gone be ok if you over here falling apart?" Keem asked.

There'd been a fountain, water spouting from the very top that spilled from a round bowl into the bigger bowl—the base.

I took a seat on one of the many benches surrounding the fountain, my head in my hands.

I took a few deep breaths—an attempt to calm myself down.

We stayed there for awhile and after a long time a phone dinged, but I paid it no attention.

Soon after, Keem nudged me. "Aye, Porsha saying we gotta meet her in the main building. Ayona getting set up in a room soon."

I got up, trying to pull myself together. She's gone be fine, I reassured myself.

We walked a few hundred feet in the opposite direction we came from, heading towards a much bigger building—the hospital.

As we got closer, with a few feet left to go a couple walked by us, just when we'd come across a much bigger fountain.

The male had been trying to comfort the female, an arm around her as she said sobbed uncontrollably, shoulders jerking up and down.

That just made my worry for Ayona spike considerably.

Keem must've sensed it. "Day, all the energy you got going on ain't gone be good for Yona, so settle that shit down."

He took a deep breath, "Shit you making me wanna start smoking cigarettes."

I nodded my head. "I know, I'm trying."

"Try harder." He didn't say anything thing else as we crossed the medium sized field, separating a portion of the emergency room from the main building.

"Pull yaself together before we go in. Ion want Porsha panicking cause of you," he ordered before we walked in.

I nodded, more to myself than to him.

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We'd taken up our own little space in the farthest corner we could find and nearly two hours later we were still waiting on, well anything at this point.

As if my mind had been read, Ms. Jay, had walked in—her eyes scanned through the room.

I knew she'd been looking for us, when she did a double take after her eyes passed us.

"Hey, sorry to keep you all waiting so long. Ms. Summers, is still in surgery—"

Porsha's breathing was starting to sound shaky, "Shit, she was hurt that bad?"

Ms. Jay shook her head, hands going up in a 'calm down' manner. "I won't lie she had some pretty deep penetrating wounds, but surgery like this, simply takes a lot of time."

Porsha nodded in understanding, but she had a far away gaze as she resumed her previous seat next to Keem—who in turn, pulled her into his arms once more.

The nurse continued, "Your friend is very strong. From what we could tell, she fought back, bravely. We had very minimal complications in surgery with her."

I nodded. "Thank you, but when can we see her?"

The corners of her turned curled. "She has aways to go in surgery, but she will be in post-op—" she checked her smart watch. "In the next hour or so..."

She paused, her gaze bouncing from me to Keem to Khalil before opening her mouth.

"Now, I must ask. Who is the f- Better yet, right before she lost consciousness she said a name— well two." She looked at Porsha.

"The second name she managed to say was, I believe Daystar?" I got up, "That's me."

She nodded, "I figured, I'd only be assuming, but would you happen to be the father of her child?"

I sat back down, disappointed. She'd already made it clear I wasn't, but I wouldn't give her new nigga the satisfaction.

"Sir?" I looked up.

"I- I doubt that—"

"Don't be stupid, Daystar," Porsha started, but the nurse intervened.

"Look I have to go back, so if you're willing to give me DNA, I can run a test to confirm if you're the father?"

I shook my head, "No, I'll wait to talk to her." She nodded in understanding before dismissing herself, leaving us to ourselves again.