(18+) Come & Talk to Me: A DeVanté Swing Fanfiction

Chapter 40: Come & Corinthians Passage

Please excuse ANY grammatical errors.

January 2, 1993

~DeVanté's P.O.V~

"Appreciate it man." I dapped up Yasir. Luckily he was coming from wherever he came from, 'cause some shit was finna go down.

"Yeah, thanks pad'na." Pac dapped him up.

When I came into the room I went straight to her bed and observed her. As he said she was bandaged all up. Her head was bandaged, as well as het foot. She was covered with a blanket, so I couldn't see the other bandage. I sat the bear and card on her nightstand. I would have brought flowers, but she always stated that she didn't want death to be on her hands, and she didn't want any until she knew how to properly care for them. She'd kill a roach in a minute though.

"Well, sit down. She can feel when somebody standin' over her. Y'all gon' wake 'er up." Yasir motioned for us to sit down. Pac was right next to me standing over her. Most likely just taking everything in.

"You said she won't talk? Why not?" I asked Yasir, taking a seat in the cushioned chair.

"Ion know nigga, I ain't in her head. Do you see a crystal ball in my hand?" Yasir asked me with a raised eyebrow. Okay, he right. I just expect him to know since he the closest thing to her, and because he's been here. I could tell from his little pallet on the couch.

"Where was she when all this went down? What was the date?" De asked me.

"She was against a building when she was found. A building near her school. The payphone was hanging down, so she tried to call help. But there was a trail of blood, and that very same trail of blood is what saved her. If nobody spotted that, she probably would have froze to death or bled to death. Her temperature was low, it just hit a 92.4° F when she was found.

If it was any lower and she bled more, she could have been gone. She was in a coma for a few days, four to be exact. She was in ICU. I'm just happy that she's doing fine. I just wish she'd speak, so we could find out who did this and what all happened. I don't want her to relive it but to find who did it she gon' have to." Yasir ranted on, and me and Pac listened to him.

"Damn man..." I leaned forward. My elbows on my knees, my hands on my face, and my head down. This is a lot to take in. I need a blunt and something hard to drink right now. I looked back up and looked at Tia just laying there. She chest slightly rising and falling staggeringly.

"He-her fucking pants was half off her ass." He stuttered, his eyes were tightly shut, and fist balled up tightly.

"They ain't have no cameras near there?" Pac asked shaking his head.

"They said they working on footage and it's been a little while since that shit happened and STILL NOTHING." Yasir said shaking his head. His eyes opened and closed again. Just then an unknown lady walked into the room. "If I find these dudes before the police do, I'm going to prison for murder." He said aloud, even though he probably didn't mean for that to come out loud.

"Boy, stop talkin' like that. You know she wouldn't want that for you. Let the law handle it." The lady said to him.

"What the police gon' do? They most likely ain't gon' do nothin' mama." He frowned at the lady, who I now know as their mother.