My Harlem Thug Story

A Turn for the Worst

                             TEY
" When it there's nothing left to do, Pray."

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I reached over to grab my phone from the night stand.

"Hello" I spoke groggily into the phone.

"Is this Teyana Taylor?" A women asked.

I sat up in the bed, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, "Yes it is, whose calling?"

"I'm calling from Harlem Hospital, your grandmother Ms. Hawkins is taking a turn for the worst, and I'm asking that you get here as soon as possible."

"I'm on the way!" I shook Quez hard, yelling in the process.

" Quez get up baby, come on we gotta go now!"

"Tey what the hell is going on?" He yelled getting up looking around.

"Quez, Mama getting worst, let's go!"

We both raced out the house, speeding down the drive way and to the hospital.

We did 70 all the way to the hospital, swerving into the parking deck. I jumped out running into the hospital, forgetting all about Quez. I ran inside the hospital doors,going straight to the elevators.

   The elevators dinged signaling that it was my floor, I sped walked down the hall and you I could hear various voices coming from Mama's room. I opened the door up rushing to her bed side.

"Mama" I spoke quietly, looking down at her face.

She smiled back at me, "Hey baby."

"Ma'am, can I have a word with you alone?" The doctor asked me.

I turned around and looked and her then back at mama, not sure if I can leave her side.

"Go head baby." Mama said nodding over to the doctor.

I smiled back at mama and followed the doctor out the door.

" Her condition is worsening and I'm afraid to tell you this but the way things are going she might not make it through tonight."

I nodded tears streaming down my face.  "Thank you for all you've done. "

"No need to thank me, its my job." He shook my hand and walked off.  I stood there a few minutes letting everything sink in, that I didn't even notice Jacquez come up.

"Let's go in." He said grabbing my hand leading me into the room.

We walked in to see Mama falling asleep. Quez took a seat but I walked over to her bed and grabbed her hand, silently praying,  asking god to heal my mama and take her pain away. Thinking back on everything I've been through. I shook my hand fighting the tears from falling trying to smile but the lump in my throat was preventing me from doing so. Aunt Kiesha came and was now sleep along side Quez. I stayed up staring at my beautiful black queen, so strong.

"Beeeeeeeeepppppppppp!!!!" The monitor signaled.

Aunt Kiesha jumped up rushing into the hall to get someone, I just sat there crying knowing that I'd never get to have another conversation with her or Sunday dinner. Tell her how much I love her again, hug or kiss her. Calling her, knowing that now I'd never hear her angelic voice on the other line.

The nurses ran in letting us know that at 6:10 am. she was gone. Aunt Kiesha was on the floor sobbing and rocking back and forth as Jacquez tried to console her. I touched mama's face for the last time before they took her down to the morgue, it was cold as ice all the warmth, gone.

"I love you Mama. " I spoke and gently kissed her face as they took her away.

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Long over due and I apologize for abandoning my book. Here's something small I hope it'll due.

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