Life's What You Make It

Chapter 25

Beyoncé's POV
Jasmine was completely out of it, chatting all sorts as she sucked on the gas and air the paramedics gave her while we drove to the hospital. I suppose at least it was taking her mind of what happened back there. My heart was so heavy at the thought. The last time we were in an ambulance was when she collapsed in school just over a month ago, and found out she was miscarrying, and it was all that sick bastards fault.

"I lied before." She stumbled over her words, taking a suck on the gas and air stick. "She's my momma now. The best momma ever." She giggled pointing over at me. I playfully rolled my eyes and just listened to her go on and on and on until we arrived at the hospital.

"We can't let you in right now I'm afraid. You're more than welcome to take a seat in our waiting area and someone will come and get you shortly."

"No please don't leave me." Jasmine shouted, trying to grab hold of my hand, but groaning in pain and clutching her side.

"It won't be for long okay. I'll just be out here, you'll be okay." I reassured her and sat down in the waiting area. About 5 minutes later Shawn walked through the double doors, holding onto Blue's hand. I stood up and Blue let go of Shawn's hand and ran over to me.

"Mommy!" She shouted, as I picked her up and rested her on my hip. "Is Jasmine okay?"

"The doctors are looking at her now." I told her and Shawn. "Hey Blue, what's this here." I said, taking her hand and leading her over to a giant connect 4 that was in the children's section of the waiting room. She started moving things around while I stood nearby with Shawn.

"I could've killed him I swear Bey." Shawn told me.

"She was in hysterics when you went to Blue. What happened? You said he had his hands on her."

"I went in and he had one hand round her neck while she was hunched over, and the other hand... well... the other hand was down her pants." He told me and I felt my skin crawl.

"She told the paramedic he punched her and now she's here with a bruise bigger than her head on her chest and what the paramedics thought was a cracked rib." I said as he played with his hand. "Oh my god, Shawn your hand."

"Oh, yeah." He said, showing me his busted knuckles. "I had to get him off of her."

"I know." I whispered. "The day was going so well, and then he had to go and ruin it. It's like we're taking 1 step forward and 3 steps back."

"Mrs Carter, I'm Dr Charleston," I heard and turned around, seeing a female doctor stood there. "I'm the doctor in charge of Jasmine, could you come in please. She's having a meltdown and won't let us touch her."

"Go Bey, you'll be more help than me." Shawn said as I looked at him. I nodded and followed the nurse into the room where Jasmine was, thrashing around on the bed screaming at the nurses around her.

"Bey-Bey, tell them to- stop please." She cried, looking at me.

"Jas, calm down okay. They're just trying to help you feel better." I said. "Remember when I said that night you came to stay with us, you gotta trust me?"

"Yeah?"

"You gotta trust me again okay." I said, looking in her teary eyes. "They're not gonna hurt you I promise. They're just gonna take a look so they can see what's going on."

"But-"

"No Jas, please trust me okay. I'm gonna be here with you, I'll make sure you're alright." I told her and she looked at me in silence, before hesitantly nodding. I took hold of her hand while the doctor lifted her top up and felt around the right side of her chest.