“Is there any way you can make a phone call for me?” I asked.
She nodded, and I riddled off my best friend’s number. If no one else came through for me, I knew he would. Out of our thirteen years of friendship, he never failed me. Hunz was my rock, and I was thankful for him.
“Now that you’re awake, I can have the doctor who’s over your case come in and give you an update on your injuries.” That time, I nodded and watched her exit the same as Christian.
My hand went to my stomach as I closed my eyes. I put my child in a situation where things went left, and we both could’ve been laying in a morgue. That breakdown in that hospital bed was heavy.
I was acting like Jourdell with not making my child a priority. That cut me deeper than Galleria. I never wanted to follow in the footsteps of my father.
Someone else was counting on me to protect them, and I was doin’ a shitty job at it. That made the second time I acted without puttin’ him first. Everything I did was off emotions and not thought out. He deserved better.
The last time I fixed my lips to pray was over thirteen years ago. I didn’t know if my words would even be heard, but I said it anyway.
“God, if you’re listening, please help me. I don’t know what I’m doin’ out here. My life is a mess, and I don’t know how to clean it up. I want to do better. I want to be better. I can’t love my child while broken. Help me heal me so I can be genuine. In your name I pray. Amen.”
I sat and cried until I felt relief. I needed to better myself if I planned on teaching my child anything. I was a wreck, and I didn’t want my misery to rub off on him.
There was a knock on the door by a short Asian man. He walked in and introduced himself as Dr. Seokjin. His English was on point and not choppy.
“Ms. Evans, you were brought in earlier around two this morning. I was informed that you were attacked. Your injuries consist of nerve damage done to your left hand, which you’ll need physical therapy for. And then your shoulder was just a deep cut. No major arteries were struck, so you should healproperly. You have a few bruises on your face with a busted lip, but that should clear up within a few days. Because of your pregnancy, there are only a select few medications that can be prescribed.”
I interrupted him and asked about my unborn. “The baby… he’s fine, right?”
“You mean she. Your daughter is fine. But I will be placing you on bed rest for six to eight weeks.”
Shocked was an understatement. I was having a mini me. We started calling the baby him and stuck to it. We never deviated to her. We just knew it was our son. Instead, we were blessed with a lil’ angel.
“I can’t be on bed rest, Doc. I have a grand opening next week.”
“I’m sorry, Ms. Evans. Your daughter won’t be fine if you keep moving the way you are. Your body needs a break and time to heal. Too much pressure and stress causes problems. To reach full term, you need to relax a bit,” he said, tryin’ to get me to see what I was doin’ was unhealthy.
A simple nod was granted. I was over the conversation and wanted some peace and quiet. Once the door was closed, I used the bed remote to adjust the position. I had just woken up, but sleep seemed to be the best thing to do at the moment.
“Baby, look at her. Who would do that to her?” I heard my baby’s voice.
“When she wakes up, we’ll see what the fuck happened. Until then, calm down. My kids due date ain’t for another month.”
“I picked the wrong people to call. Can’t even sleep in peace,” I jested.
Belle ran toward me—well, what best she could. She was carryin’ twins, so her stomach moved before she did. It was cute on her. I smiled just from seeing how they made her glow.
“Nei…” The most she got out was my name before her tears started.
I gave in to the hug she was wanting. She already had a soft spot for me, so I was sure seeing me in a hospital bed, plus her pregnancy, made her more sensitive.
“We’re fine, Belle. I promise.”
“What happened?” Hunz asked.
“It’s a long story, an?—”
“I got time.” He cut me off before I could finish givin’ an excuse.
“Fine. All I know is Christian left me a few days ago. He wasn’t answering my calls or texts, so I left him. Alexis had texted me about the divorce papers. She said if I gave her one last conversation, she’d let me leave with them signed. When I left Christian, I went to our old house. To my surprise, Galleria was there. We fought, and the bitch played dirty. She stabbed me twice and tried to kill the baby. I blacked out and woke up here.”
I summed the story up, leaving out many details. Hunz and Christian were best friends. If he wanted more to the story, all he had to do was call him.
“It’s more, but I know who to call. Speaking of, where is he?” Hunz questioned.
