Reese Money (A Lil Reese Story)

Dear Mama Pt. 2

Lelani's POV

"Family of Tavares Taylor?" I quickly stood up as i was the only one in the waiting room. I'd been dropped off at the University Of Iowa Hospital by Bally. These niggas still had to sort out the fact that they had all this money onnem from the briefcases, the fact that after the man had shot Tavares, everyone had ran up on him with they own glocks, pistol whipping and beating the fuck outta him. I doubted that he was still alive. 

"Yes!" I stood up quickly, using the sleeve of my sweater to wipe away the excess tears that continuously streamed down my face. We were still in Iowa and everyone had decided to get a suite at the Ritz Carlton- which didn't make any fucking sense to me. If y'all niggas was tryna maintain a low profile and find this so called Mr. Young , why in the fuck would you get an expensive ass 5 star hotel suite? None of this shit made any goddamned sense. I should've stayed in Chicago, and continued to work on my hair business which was starting to decline rapidly since i hadn't been restocking on much inventory. A bitch been outside a lil too much.  I stumbled over towards the Doctor probably looking a hot ass mess with snot running down my nose and my day old clothes were still soaked in Tavares' blood. The Doctor was a shorter man, around 4'11 with his damn white Doctor's jacket covering his entire feet looking sloppy as hell. He was balding but had a baby face. I was confused as if this was even a man but when he started speaking his voice was one of the deepest i'd ever heard. I raised a brow as he held out his hand for me to shake. I shook it, despite it being filed with blood and tears but he didn't seem to mind. 

"Tavares' is in stable condition as of right now. He suffered an extensive amount of damage to his vocal cords, and several of his neck sutures have been severely damaged. We did the very best we could in retracting the bullet and savouring the tissues, but at this very moment in time the only thing he really needs is rest. It isn't everyday somebody survives a bullet wound to the neck." He rambled on and i nodded while staring off into this distance while thinking shit over. He was right, the chances of somebody surviving after being shot in the neck was slim to none. This nigga really had a guardian angel on his side. 

"Well, they don't call him the Grim Reaper for nothin'.." I mumbled under my breath before he stopped speaking to stare up at me questionably. I shook my head before shooting him a small smile, my nerves finally beginning to calm down after realizing my baby was still alive and he wasn't dead. Thank God.

"Can i see him?" I asked and he nodded eagerly, talking the entire damn time as we walked towards the elevator and went up towards the 5th floor. I blocked this nigga out as he started explaining the meaning between 'you're and your' like a bitch really gave a fuck about that typa shit. My nigga nearly died and you in this goddamned elevator wit yo hot ass breath in my ear lecturing me bout shit ion give a fuck about. I bit onto my tongue to prevent me from speaking my mind and inhaled deeply just as the elevator bell dinged. We stepped onto the 5th floor, and i followed behind him eagerly. The sounds of disgusting coughing, vomiting and crying filled almost every room we passed and i bit the insides of my cheeks almost anxiously, wondering what the fuck was going on. 

"Um- are you sure we're on the right floor?" I asked quietly, passing a guy who was sitting outside somebodies door with his heads in his hands crying silently. The Doctor glanced over his shoulders to stare up at me with a sad nod. 

"Yep. We're in the Palliative care unit. It's used for patients who were or are currently in life threatening or terminal conditions. Obviously this isn't the case with Mr. Taylor anymore, as he is responsive. He'll be moved out of the unit once we receive the x-ray photos that we're currently waiting on." He explained and i nodded, stopped behind him as we reached door 513. I sucked in a breath, my heart beating fast as hell.