Hold You Down.

Lost Memory.

Hustle**

"Where am I?" I asked the Female Doctor standing over me while she ran some tests.

"Mr. Hussle , My name is Doctor Chavez and I'm sorry to inform you but you have been in a Coma for the past two years." She said.

"Excuse me? What the fuck you mean I've been here for two years? Where's my mom? I can't remember shit not even my own name and you want to tell me I've been in a coma for two years?" I snapped back.

"You don't have to be rude. We're trying to help you. Your name is Nipsey Hussle. And you were shot two years ago. You have or had a girlfriend but she stop coming here about a month ago. You're lucky to be alive young man." She said back looking upset that I snapped at her.

But I'm laying here confused as hell, I don't know shit and all she has to say is I've been in the coma for two years.

"Where is my mother?" I asked her.

"I will have my nurses try and contact her as soon as possible to let her know you woke up But, right now I have to take you down to the lab to run some tests on your brain to make sure everything is okay." She said to me unhooking cords in my arm from the IV's.

"Can I eat? I'm hungry as hell." I asked her. 

Stomach growling Hunger hit me out of nowhere. The lady left out the room and I was just sitting there.

What the fuck going on man I can't remember shit but my mom. Hopefully, she can come and let me know what the fuck going on. I thought.

Adrian **

I opened my eyes and I was laying there in the prison infirmary with my arms shackles down to the bed.

"Mr. Williams, how are you feeling?" I looked up and seen the Doctor checking my vital signs. She reached into her pocket and grabbed a needle.

"Ahhh shit." I said because my body was soar as fuck, I swear ima kill that nigga I didn't even do shit he came fucking with me but, I'm not no snitch so I don't know shit.

"Here, Mr. Williams I'm going to give you some morphine to ease your pain. You have a couple broken bones and bruises all over your body. You were beaten pretty badly, It's my job to ask who did this to you." She said looking at me concerned.

"I don't know."

"Okay, well you don't have to talk. But, you should be really careful it's very clear whoever did this to you wanted you dead."

She stuck the needle in my arm and my pain instantly went away, I was high as fuck off this shit.

"What's your name?" I asked the nurse.

"You can call me Dr. King." She said about to walk out the room before I stopped her.

I haven't talked to my brother in over two years, Riana gone and I'm starting to feel lonely I got 8 years in this bitch I refuse to go another day without trying to talk to my boy Hustle. Last I heard he still haven't woke up but I want to call and make sure.

"Hey. Dr. King." I said trying to stop her before she left out the room.

"Yes, Mr. Williams."

Since, I been here I haven't been able to make no phone calls to my family. They don't even know how I'm holding up I know they're worried. Can I please make a phone call? ..

She stood there thinking for a second and then she left out.

After a few more seconds she walked back in with a telephone.