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DESIREE VANAE BENNETT Hospital
I ran inside the hospital as fast as I could looking for the front desk.
"DESIREE" I heard someone yell and I turned around seeing Von walking towards me.
"Omg Javon what happened!" I sobbed as he hugged me.
"I don't know all I heard was he was admitted into the hospital, I just got here 20 minutes ago." he told me.
We walked to the front desk seeing the lady on the phone. "Excuse me" I said loud as I could.
She popped her gum ignoring me, so I snatched the phone out her hand slamming it down. "I said excuse me bitch!"
She looked scared as she tried to look at me "H-how may I help y-you?" she stuttered. "I'm here for Qhamir Smith."
"H-he just got out of surgery he's in room 206" she mumbled.
We all ran towards the elevator and I pressed the button to the second floor.
"Lmfao you saw how her ass was shaking talm bout h-how may I help y-you." Scoob said making us bust out laughing.
"Scared that poor lady her ass finna have PTSD!" Mia laughed as we walked out the elevator.
As we walked down the hallway I saw the doctor talking to a nurse before she left. "Excuse me are you the doctor?" I sniffed.
He nodded holding out his hand "Hello I'm Doctor Willis and you are the family of Mr. Smith I presume?" he grinned.
"Yes sir I'm Dess, can you tell me what happened?"
"Well Mr. Smith was shot two times in his leg and shoulder but we managed to remove both bullets before they hit any major arteries. He's very lucky." he smiled holding the door open.
I blew out the breath I'd been holding before walking inside the room. I walked farther inside seeing him hooked up to different machines.
"Don't worry they're just here to keep him steady and make sure his vitals are stable." Dr.Willis said checking his blood pressure.
"Will he be able to walk and perform again?" Von asked.
"It'll take time and some physical therapy but he should make full recovery."
"Thank god" I said wiping my tears. I sat on the bed caressing his face.
"Well I'm going to step out and give you guys some space, if you need anything press the red button on the remote." Dr.Wilis smiled before leaving.
"He cool as hell for someone who just removed two bullet wounds." Tre said.
"You okay baby? you want some water or something?" Yaya asked caressing my shoulder.
"I'm okay but can you get me a wet towel please?" I asked. She nodded before going to wet the towel.
"Hm." she said handing me the warm towel. I wiped off his shoulder seeing a little old blood.
"Dess act like she somebody mama." Tre laughed and I threw the towel at him.
"Ok watch when you get sick don't be asking me to take care of you again!" I mushed his head.
"You only took care of me cause Yaya was sick too!" he rolled his eyes.
"Nigga this ain't about me!" Yaya huffed making us laugh. "Y'all think this so funny!"
