The Patient.

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A/N: I don't know when the next update will be because the laptop I was using got ruined so I don't have any device to write on or any money to get it fixed. This isn't my laptop so I'm in deep shit right now. Not to mention I need to get my own laptop/phone fixed as well. So I don't know when the next updates to this story will be. Plus this coronavirus situation has really screwed things for me trying to get a job, ughhhhh!!! Anyway stay safe you guys and I hope you enjoyed these 3 (chapters 18, 19, 20) updates today.

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"I got some news for you." Tupac walked into his mother's hair salon and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Uh! Oh!" She mumbled, making her current client laugh.

He took a seat in one of the chairs before belting out. "I'm going to be a pappy."

Grace pressed a hand against her forehead and almost fainted. "A baby? really but yo-"

"I know." He nodded. "It's with Dekiya."

"Congratulations!" Her client said to him.

"We aren't together, but still I'm going to step up. And take care of my responsibilities as a man should."

"Of course." Grace nodded. "So what happened with the other one?"

"Aaliyah?" He responded.

"Yeah, her."

"I love that name," The client inserted. "It's so African."

"She doesn't want anything to do with me after finding out about this." He admitted.

"I wouldn't either," Grace said.

"Me either." Her client added.

"Oh! Stay out of this Ms. Elise." Grace playfully tapped her client's shoulder as the older woman grinned.

"That's part of the problem, ma because I really love that girl." He said.

"Awww, baby."

"Awe." Ms. Elise groaned sounding like a backed-up tractor. She was a heavy smoker and it showed in her voice.

Tupac licked his lips. "Now nothing I do will get her to speak with me."

"I'm finished." Grace pulled up a chair beside him and lifted his head up. "Remember our motto?"

"Always keep your head up." He said.

"That's it." She smirked.

"I love my hair, girly, I look 10-years younger!" Ms. Elise swore as she now peered into a mirror.

Maybe going to his mother for advice was the wrong way to handle things. He knew that he had to take matters into his own hands. So he drove to Aaliyah's place later on that day. For whatever reason, her bedroom window was left open.

She laid in bed with a book.

Her heartbeat raced as something hard flew into her room then another, and another one.

"What th-" Aaliyah jumped up and glared at the healing crystals that landed on the floor. She struggled up to her feet then got into her wheelchair and went over to the window. "What the hell are you trying to break my room window or injure me some more?!"

"Liyah, please let me explain." He began, "I-I didn't know any of this would happen. But it did. And I'm not saying it should be ignored. J-just that I need you now in my corner more than ever."

She shook her head then stood to shut the window.

He punched the air in defeat. "You must be the famous Tupac?" A voice spoke from behind him as he turned to see this younger guy with dreads there. "I'm Arias, Aaliyah's brother and I should kick your ass for what you did to my sister. But I won't because she loves you." Arias took out a pack of newports.

Tupac stared confusedly.

"You smoke?" Arias asked him.

"No, those cause cancer."

Arias popped one into his mouth. "Too bad I was going to ask for a lighter." He leaned onto his car. "So why are you here?"

"Look, kid, tell your sister I'll be returning and if I have to then I'll camp outside this motherfucker. Forreal." Tupac swore before getting into his ride and pulling off.

It was Arias's turn to be confused.

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