With love, from O'shea

SIX

When Eric called and said Shea had been shot, I went into a  breakdown. His mother held me the entire ride, to the hospital.

Arriving there, Eric, Dre, Yella, and Ren ran up to us.

"Where is he?" I screamed, breaking into tears.

Dre hugged me tightly, rubbing my back. "He just got outta surgery."

I cried into Dre's chest. All sorts of thoughts were running through my mind. What if Shea's paralyzed? What if he doesn't recover?

Eric tapped my shoulder, and I hugged him. "What happened?"

He shook his head and whispered in my ear. "Let's go outside."

We exited outside standing near the emergency doors.

Eric wiped my face, sighing. "Chris shot Cube."

"WHAT?" I yelled. "Why the fuck would he shoot him?!"

"We went over there to confront Regina. They started fightin', I pulled him off Chris and then..." Eric shook his head turning away. "I shot his ass back, clipped in the arm."

I covered my face sniffling. I was so angry, it wasn't even funny. I was in the head space to pop Chris's ass right now.

"Where is Chris?" I asked Eric, who was looking at pager.

"Love, no." Eric told me, shaking his head.

I didn't wanna hear any rational choices. "Take me to Chris!"

His eyes widened and he walked towards me, grabbing my shoulders softly. "Calm down, a'ight? Can't have you jail and Shea laid up in the hospital. I'mma take care of it."

I broke down, crying into his shoulder. Eric just rocked me softly, rubbing my back.
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"Can we go in now?" Ren asked, lookin' up at the nurse.

"Yes." She nodded. "Only two at a time."

We all knew O'Shea's parents were going first. I sat next to Yella, who was rubbing my back softly.

"He gon' be alright, Love." He whispered.

When I looked up, I saw Regina's ass comin' in. I braced up, Dre jumped up, so did Eric.

"Whatchu want hoe?" Eric sneered at her.

"I'm here to visit O'Shea. So move midget." She replied, shoving Eric's head.

Dre held Eric back, cause he was gonna tackle her. "Chill man." Dre told him.

"Nah! That bitch is the reason, Cube in here!" Eric yelled, jerking away from Dre. "Yo nigga shot him!"

Her nigga? I thought Chris shit Shea? Unless... "You datin' Chris?" I asked her.

She ignored me, scribbling something down on the visitors clipboard. I stepped to her and asked again.

"Are you datin' Chris, Regina?"

With an eye roll, Regina said. "I ain't gotta answer you, bitch."

I lost it. All I remember is swinging on her. She screamed falling into the waiting area, desk.

"Don't come in here with an attitude! I asked you a question, I want an answer!" I yelled standing before you, like a drill sergeant.

Two arms pulled me away, but I was still yellin'. "If you had somethin' to do with this, I'll fuck you up!"

Yella and Dre pulled me outside. I paced back n' forth, crying, breathing heavily. What the hell happened, for Chris and Shea to get into a damn fight? I needed the full story. Now, my boyfriend is laid up in the hospital.