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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO T𝚠𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛
"Mehki sweetheart," Nicka's eyes widdened. She sat up on the bed once she saw her.
"Hello Nicka, I'm here to bring you home and to see what the doctor has to say about your condition," She smiled and place a kiss on her forehead.
Nicka returned the smile and looked over her shoulder, "Is Curioss with you?"
Mehki hesitated before answering, "No, she's not."
"It's okay, I guess I deserve it," She quietly said. She figured Curioss wanted nothing to do with her because of how perky she was towards her father.
Guilt ate her up but she couldn't tell Nicka that her daughter was taken and there was a possibility that she was dead.
"She'll come around," She touched her shoulders and cleared her throat. Mehki felt that if anything happened to Curioss, she was to blame, but still, she kept the faith.
"Family of Remnicka Rogers?" The male African doctor questioned her once he strutted into the room.
Mehki shook her head, yes, and he extended a hand towards her.
"I'm Doctor Mirjana, I'm here to update you on how her surgery went."
"Will she be okay, is it really safe for her to go home?"
He adjusted his glasses and nodded, "As you can see, the surgery was successful but however the tumor couldn't be completely removed without damaging vital brain tissue, but we were able to remove as much of the tumor as possible."
"What's her survival rate? there's still some tumor left in her brain will it cause any brain damage?"
He shook his head, "Her survival rate is ninety percent but I'm not certain, the rate might drop due to stress, high blood pressure and a list of other things."
"Oh," She whispered, "What are the side effects of the treatments?"
He paused then look back at her, "It's treatments can cause changes in herpersonality and her ability to think. She may experience challenges with her communication, concentration, memory and emotional abilities, oh and be on the look out for short term memory loss."
She nodded and shot him a small smile. Mehki walked up towards Nicka and helped her up from the bed. "It's time to go now, Reina's waiting for you at home."
She took her hands and followed behind her.
Dr. Mirjana stopped her on the way out.
"Everyone takes a different amount of time to recover. You might stay in the hospital for around three to ten days after surgery and Mrs. Rogers have already done that, she's strong."
"I know she is, but it's not her that I'm worried about," She mumbled the last part. She was more worried about Curioss and the way she'd react.
God, please protect my friend. We can't lose her.
• • •
The door creaked open and a little head poked in. Curioss looked up and furrowed her eyebrows.
"Hi," She said when she saw the little boy enter the room. She was disgusted that he was even there in the first place, Shelly was definitely not a good parent figure.
"What's yo name?" He looked down and kicked at his tiny feet.
"I-I'm not allowed to talk to you," He quickly walked up towards her, "B-but I brought you some of my food and some w-water."
A small smile, stretched unto her face.
"Who made this?"
"I did," She immediately frowned, "You're not supposed to be going around the stove, you're like what? three?"
"Four," He corrected her and fed her the water once she was finish with the food.
"Well, well, well," Armon chuckled as he stepped foot into the room and saw the boy besides Curioss. He dropped the cup in fright, causing the glass to shatter into tiny pieces.
He grabbed him by his neck, "You disobeyed me? What the fuck I tell you bout enterin' this room lil nigga!?"
"I-I sorry."
"Get out, go!" He pushed him towards the door, he shot Curioss a sad smile before the door closed in his face.
"You really don't have a heart, didn't yo mama teach you how to be good when you were younger?" She spat.
Armon laughed, he licked his lips and clasped his hands together.
"She did teach me, I chose not to listen though, I killed her instead."
Curioss had a taken aback expression on her face, he let out another dark laugh and clapped his hand together once he saw the look she gave.
"Enough with dah chitchat, you have what I want Curioss, and I ain't gon stop until you give it to me."
She took deep breaths, "I don't know what you're talking about Armon."
He walked up towards her and placed both of his hands on the chair. "The code, Saint's Code."
"As I said, I don't know what you're talking abo-"
"Bullshit!" He yelled in her face. Although, she was scared on the inside, she didn't flinch.
"You know exactly what kinda business ya lil boyfriend's involved in, I wonder if you knew about the people he've killed, all the innocent lives he took."
"I don't kno-" Armon walked out of the room before she could even finish.
"Don't be the reason why he's dead," He squeezed at the back of his neck and smiled at her.
She squirmed in the seat, trying to break free once she saw how much pain he was in. "Stop, please, I'll give it to you, I'll give you anything you want, just let him go."
He looked at her for a moment before shoving him back outside and closing the door behind him. He was clueless to the fact that Curioss didn't know anything about the code he was referring to.
He thought she knew something because of her and Saint's intimacy. But she didn't.
"Talk, or...die. The choice is yours Curioss," He shrugged. She looked up at him, not saying anything.
He waited a few seconds before pulling out his weapon on her.
Staring at the barrel of his gun, she knew she should be afraid. But in all the chaos only one emotion coursed through her veins.
Relief.
PAW! the gun went off causing the body to drop to the floor.
HOPE.
Hold On, Pain Ends. The pain really did end, she was finally at peace.
