not all people experience proper love. not all people know how to handle certain situations. and not all people can live life without having a care in the world. Paris and Herbert raised together and then turned to lovers. Grief causes many things b...
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Herb
Today was the day I was getting discharged from the hospital. I only had to stay for 3 days. They told me i'll have to do physical therapy to gain back my full motor skills.
But that's better then me being paralyzed or worse.
I should be happy but i'm full of anger. I haven't heard anything else about Paris, I haven't heard from my bitch and i'm finna have to hop back in this street shit.
Life was a true bitch and I sometimes I hated it but sometimes I loved it.
"You ready to go?" Jamiyah said coming into the hospital room.
I nodded my head and slowly stood up from the bed.
"Be careful, you moving too fast." Jamiyah said rushing over to my side.
I leaned on her and we slowly walked to the door. The pain was definitely there but I was hardbody so nobody needed to know that.
"Where Carter at?" I asked her as we made our way through the hallways.
"He's with Pierre, they was sitting in the room with Paris." She spoke.
"Can you take me to see her." I asked.
They didn't keep me up to date with Paris. So I didn't really have any knowledge on what her conditions were. But to me it seemed as if she was doing better than how she was doing when the incident first happen.
"You sure?" She asked looking at me
That's when I finally took in my sisters features. She looked extremely tired. Bags under her eyes and clothes worn out. She hadn't been home in days. You could tell.
"Yea i'm sure."
She nodded her head and we walked in the direction of Paris hospital room.
I hated hospitals, they were so depressing. Everything smelt so clean but nothing was really clean. Lives lost everyday, but once again that's just the way of life.
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Pierre
"I hungry." My nephew spoke to me as he sat in my lap.
"Alright lil man, we finna get somebody to bring us some food cause i'm hungry too." I said ruffling his hair a little.
I looked up from my nephew and looked at my sister.
This was going on day 4 that my sister has been unresponsive.
She had blunt force trauma to the skull and it caused her to go into a coma.
I was tired, I wasn't used to living in a hospital. It was all new to me. But I know my sister would've did the same for me without even having to think twice. I owed her and my nephew the world.
I haven't thought about what would happen if she didn't come out of the coma because she was strong. She was a fighter. I knew either sooner or later she would be right back to regular.
I was brought from my thoughts when someone knocked on the door.
"Come in." I mumbled just loud enough so that they could hear me.
"Teteee." Carter screamed right before he started squirming around in my lap.
I looked up and saw Jamiyah and Herb walk through the door.
I stood up and dapped Herb up before hugging Jamiyah.
"What y'all still doing here? I thought y'all was leaving." I spoke while handing Carter to Jamiyah.
"She sleep? Her meds must be high." Herb said as he limped to Paris bed side.
I looked at Jamiyah and she looked back at me.
"Naw um she in a coma." Jamiyah said caressing Carter's hair.
"What you mean? I thought she was doing good." Herb said standing over Paris.
Bro actually looked hurt. I know I ruffed him up but that was only cause he put his hands on my sister. It was my duty as a brother to do that to him.
I stood on the side of him and put my hand on his back.
I saw a tear fall from his eyes and onto the bed.
"Bro don't start that gay shit, she gone be good bro. I promise, Paris a fighter bro she got this." I spoke trying to reassure him.
When people started getting emotional it made me get emotional and I wasn't ready for that. I had to stay strong for my nephew.
"Who did this." He spoke through gritted teeth.
"We think it was Ari and her friends. And by her friends I mean Jemia too." Jamiyah said from the couch.
He looked up at her and shook his head before breaking down crying all the way.
"I'll make a promise to you bro, if Paris don't pull through, we gone paint the city red. Twice. One for you and one for her. Hopefully it don't come to that." I told him.
"Nigga the city already getting painted red. Bitches gotta die. All of em. Only spare Jemia. And that's only cause she blood. But Jamiyah. Beat her ass." He spoke.
I ain't seen this Herb in some years. Ari had calmed him down, I thought she was cool. I thought she was a down chick but I don't see why she would damn near try to kill his babymomma. My sister.
"I can't fight Jemia. She pregnant." Jamiyah said.
Herb just shook his head and sat back down.
"You ready to go? I know you probably want to get washed up." Jamiyah said speaking to her brother.
"I'm staying." He said
She nodded her head and sat back down. I went and sat on the side of her and she laid her head on my shoulder.
"Shit gone get worse before it get better, but it's definitely gone get better." I said trying to lift the mood of the room.
"Aye man I hope. I damn near send Jamiyah, Carter and Paris out of town until shit cool down because it's definitely finna go up." Herb said never taking his eyes off the ground.
"I'm not going no where. You know I'll die about it when it come to you. You my blood brother and i'm riding with you and the rest of no limit until the death of me." Jamiyah told him.
I loved my bitch. She was so ride or die. And she was a great rider if you catch my drift.
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