proof X Eminem. My fallen angel. +18

do you know what's going on?

(DeShaun pov)

I walk in to the dimly lit room.
Marshall sits up right in the bed.
Bandages are wrapped around he's chest and arms.
A tube go's up he's nose.
He looks terrible.
There are stitches across he's face.
And the top of he's head is also bandaged.
"Hay" I say walking closer to him.
I sit in the seat next to he's bed.
He hasn't look at me yet.
Does he even know I'm here?
He just looks down at he blanket that cothers he's body.
He little pail hand sticks out from under the cothers.
I tack it in to mine.
" Marshall can you hear me" I ask.
He looks at are hands and then up at me.
" Sorry am I hurting you " I say. I go to pull my hand a way but Marshall grips my hand.
" You don't want me to let go? " I say gently rubbing my fume over the back of he's hand.
He doesn't say anything just look at me distantly.
Has he's speech gone?
Why can't he form complete sentences.
Has he got brain damage.
The guy walk in.
" shit" kunither whispered.
The guy sit around Marshall's hospital bed.
" isn't their suppose to be a doctor in here...... You know to like tell us what's going on white him?" biz asks looking at Marshall hart monitor.
Marshall turns he's head to buzzer slowly.
" hay haw you filling man" buzzer asks.
But he doesn't say anything.
He look over to denaun .
" You ok? " Denaun asks Marshall but doesn't get a response. Marshall slowly lays he's head back a bit more and closes he's eyes.
" I'm going to go fined a doctor so they can lower the bed so he can sleep. " biz said standing up and walking out.
drool hangs out of Marshall's mouth. And he don't even realise he just keep he eye closed.
I wipe the drool away from he mouth.
He opens he's eyes looking at me.
"You ok" I ask him.
He opens he's mouth and end up drooling all down himself.
"o Marshall" I say.
Kunither hands me a box of wipes so I can clean the drool of he's face.
As I'm wiping he's face buzzer and a doctor walk in.
" good evening gentlemen" he doctor said walking in.
" wright I'm told you have some questions"  he said standing at the end of Marshall's bed.
" yeah why the fuck can't he speak and why does he keep drooling" Denaun ask angrily.
" I'm afraid mr Mathers has taken quite a heavy blow to the head and with he history of head Injuries. He most possible has extreme brian damage"
NO THAT CAN'T BE TRUE.
Not Marshall.

(Hi everybody sorry I haven't update recently.
But I hope you have enjoyed this chapter.
I will try and update soon. 😊)