3 of 3 (L.B Fanfic)

bad news

7:45am

"Give us some good news, doc." Melo popped up from his seat as soon as he saw the doctor enter the waiting room.

The older man with the glasses proceeded to make his way over to us. Lonzo, Denise, and I rose from out chairs to hear what was going on.

"Well, the good news is that your friend, Madison Williams is stable and in fair condition. It took her a while but she's breathing correctly. Your brother, Kyle came out with no wounds on his body. He doesn't even have a single scratch."

I grabbed Melo's arm and looked up him, and for the first time tonight, I smiled.

"I told you it was gone get better." He shrugged his shoulder.

"Yeah.. but it always gets better before it gets worse, right?" The doctor awkwardly laughs.

"I do have some bad news."

"Madison may be breathing correctly now but it's with the help of our machines. While in the fire, she inhaled too much smoke. The smoke settled in her lungs and now.. she may never be able to breathe on her own again."

My hand went over my mouth but I still let out a cry. What? Assisted with your breathing.. for the rest of your life?

"As for Kyle. He may not be hurt on the outside but there is a problem internally. There are some nerves that got mixed up inside his neck. He's in critical condition right now.. We- we have him on life support right now. Im sorry, Maya but if he doesn't respond soon.. he might not make it.

My vision was blurry I couldn't see what was in front of me. The tears were building up in my eyes, ready to fall. My breathing became labored and, my legs began to wobble and soon I fell to the ground on my knees, face in hands.

"Now you ain't have to say all that." Melo's voice rumbles from behind has he cradled me in his arms. I was causing a scene but at that point it didn't matter. To hear that my best friend might not be able to breathe on her own wasn't the best news but what was even worse was that my brother might not live to see tomorrow.

"I'm very sorry sir, but I was just trying to inform you what was going on."

"I don't give a flying fuck. You got my girl crying." He barked.

"Melo, shut up for once." Denise cut in.

"No one was even talking to you Denise. Witcho ugly ass raggedy hair extensions. Where yo daughter at? Exactly you don't even know, bitch." He came for her whole life.

"Zo, do something!" Denise cried out.

"Just go, Denise. I can't even began to understand why you came. You don't even like us. Why are you here?" Runny nose and eyes puffy, I asked Denise a question.

"Because.. uh. Um, I have to get going, I have better things to do." She sashayed out of the room.

None of us bothered stopping her and questioning her weird behavior, we didn't want her here anyway.

My head began to feel light almost too light so I got up from the ground to try to take a seat. I stumbled a bit.

"Whoa you good, shawty?" Melo helped me steady myself.

"Yeah. I just need some water or something." I attempt to laugh it off.

"Okay imma get you some. Zo, stay here with her."

Zo replaced Melo and sat in the hospital chair next to me.

"You don't seem too well, are you sure you good?" Zo was as cautious as they come. He wasn't having it. Maybe after having a child, it allowed him to be more observant. It wasn't helping my case at all.