Lost in ya love (COMPLETE)

Part 9

*Brey's POV*

I was beyond heart broken. Chris is in a coma, and I feel like it's all my fault, if only I knew CPR, he probably wouldn't be in this predicament. My mind started to swarm with "what- ifs", as I cried a little.

"It's okay Brey," Alexis told me as she rubbed my back.

"This is my fault," I mumbled.

"This is nobody's fault. God works in mysterious ways. So just sit back and pray baby girl. He'll be okay." She assured me.

I nodded and bit my lip before wiping a single tear that fell from my eye.

"Omg, I experienced the weirdest thing ever just a while ago," she mentioned.

"What was it?" I asked, kinda interested.

She looked around and sighed as she began to talk.

"I ran into this little girl and she was crying. So, I asked her what was wrong, and she told me something about h-" she said, getting cut off.

"Doctor Davis, the patient in room 1436 is experiencing difficulties with the oxygen intake! His pulse rate is dropping rapidly. Code red!" Shouted the nurse through the intercom, at the main station.

*Alexis' POV*

Shit, that was the room Chris was in. I didn't want to look over at Brey because I already knew she was devastated.

"Alexis!!" She whined as tears rolled down her face.

"Pray Brey." I told her, sighing deeply.

She bowed her head and began to pray silently, and I did the same.

"What's wrong with my baby?! Why are there so many people in the room with him?" She screamed.

Damn, I forgot that Mama Joyce had went to the bathroom, and would be returning soon, which happened to be now.

"Um," I stuttered as more of the medical team piled into Chris' room.

Mama Joyce began to cry, which seemed to hurt me really badly. What the hell? But, her whimpers and crus were nothing compared to the wailing of Brey.

"What if he dies!!!??" Brey screamed.

My mouth dropped open as I witnessed Mama Joyce's hand glide across Brey's face freely.

"You dumb bitch. Don't you say such a thing!" She yelled at Brey, as I held her short ass back in my arms.

"You old whore! How dare you slap me!" She retorted as more tears ran down her face.

"Little girl, I will mop the floors with you." She spat.

"Bring it then granny!" She said with a small smirk on her face. < crazy ass 😬

"Excuse me, family of Christopher Brown?" The doctor asked.

Brey broke free from my grip and ran up to the doctor.

"Is he okay doctor?" She asked.

The doctor have her a sympathetic look before speaking.

"I'm afraid he's ..."

"August's POV*

Damn, I woke up with a banging ass headache. Ion' know wassup wit' a nigga, but I needa tighten up. That bitch sposed to be show in' up for a nigga tonight. I think ha' name was Jada or sum'n. Who give a fuck? So, I got up and stumbled up the stairs until I made it to my bathroom. I stripped, then made my way into the water, which was too cold for my liking, so I made it warmer before stepping all the way in. I soaped up, then rinsed off halfway until my water cut off. The fuck? I sighed then stepped out, reaching for my towel. But, to my surprise, it wasn't even much there. Fuck this! I hopped out nude and shit and made my way into my room, as I grabbed another towel out of the closet and dried off. I got dressed and all that other shit, and just as I slid my SnapBack on, the doorbell rang.