Nicki POV
I stopped and realized what I have done I dropped the knife and ran to her she still had a pulse I ran to the kitchen and washed the blood off the knife I carried her to the car and drove to the nearest hospital
"Bitch you better live, I don't wanna go to jail, I can't" I started crying
I drove as fast as possible my phone kept ringing and I ignored it I arrived at the hospital and asked one of the paramedics to help me carry her inside they took her inside and she went to the ER I paced up and down praying that her and the baby make it out alive Meek kept calling me and I kept declining his calls
I looked at the time and it was 18:05 I have to get home sooner I sat there for almost an hour waiting for someone to come and tell me something and yet again Meek kept calling me I answered it cause I know he's panicking
Phone convo:
Nicki: Hello
Meek: Thank God, yo I was worried about you, where are you?
Nicki: I'm at the hospital
Meek: Hospital? You okay? What's wrong?
Nicki: I'm okay
Meek: Then why you at the hospital?
