The news gave Mozzi slight relief amid the chaos. He took a minute once he had his jacket on and caught his breath. Losing that baby was not an option. He was as attached to the thought of him or her being born as he was Coast.
“Brim’s downstairs. Audiemar got them on the discharge paperwork.” Moose informed him.
“Fuck some paperwork!” Mozzi bellowed. “Get me a fucking wheelchair for my girl!”
Coast’s soft groans filled the room. She didn’t open her eyes at first. Instead, they rolled around in her head as her face balled up in pain. Jumping to his feet, Mozzi immediately paused at her side. He reached for her hand with the IV stuck in her vein. Her soft fingertips brushed against his before that faint, antiseptic fragrance drifted into her nostrils. The steady beat of the monitor caused her eyes to flutter open. Moose and Kong waited on the opposite side of her bed when she came to.
Disoriented, Coast’s eyes fixated on her hand gripping Mozzi’s before looking up into his red, hooded eyes. Something was wrong. Her stomach knotted up before turning altogether in nausea. Images of being at the clinic and walking out with Mozzi before what sounded like fireworks shot off flickered through her brain. The ache in her shoulder tore through her entire arm, tightening her muscles and leaving her breathless before wincing.
“Mozzi, what happened?” Coast croaked, eyes widening when she realized he was hurt, and they were in a hospital setting.
She scrambled in the small bed to a sitting position, hands falling against her stomach with tears stinging her eyes.
“The baby?”
“The baby’s fine.” He gripped her hand and brought her to his chest.
Kissing the top of her forehead, he smelled her hair and took a minute to be thankful for her life. He wasn’t sure what type of terms he was on with God, but he was over praising him for pulling her through this.
“How you feeling?” He swept some of her hair off her shoulder and cupped one side of her face.
“Like I got hit by a truck.” She reached out, noticing his bandage through his half-buttoned shirt and brushing her fingertips across his wound.
Worry crowded her features before her gaze drifted to his.
“What happened? Are you okay?”
“I’m good. We getting out of here,” Mozzi told her when two nurses approached with a wheelchair.
A scowl darkened his face before his thick brows bunched together.
“The fuck is that for?”
“Hospital policy when being discharged,” the nurse disclosed, gripping both handles.
“Nah, I don’t need that. Just make sure she’s good.” He nodded to Coast and backed up so that she could be helped into a chair.
“Are you sure I should be leaving?”
“Don’t trip. Bee is downstairs with my Pops. We’re heading to his house, and his private doctor will meet us there to handle any aftercare for you and the baby,” Mozzi assured her.
Coast lacked the energy to refute him. She didn’t want to spend any more time in the hospital than she had to. She hated this place. So when the nurse stepped in to help take the IV out of her arm and get her settled in the chair, she took deep breaths. The pain in her arm and shoulder was one she wasn’t used to.
“These are your post op care instructions.” The nurse handed her a folder full of paperwork. “Dr. Williams advised you to follow up with your OBGYN with any pregnancy concerns. If your wound becomes infected or surpasses a pain level of ten, she wants you brought back in asap. If you have any other questions or concerns, there’s a number at the bottom for the twenty-four-hour nurses’ hotline.”
“Thank you.” Coast forced a smile on her lips.
“You earned your stripes with this one, Coast. Not that you wasn’t already clearly with the shit before,” Moose jested, stepping behind her to push her toward the exit.
Kong and Mozzi trailed them past the other beds of patients recovering, Mozzi grimacing in pain the whole time. He needed to smoke a blunt in the worst way. The elevator ride seemed to take forever, which made him dizzy, so he had to rest his head against the wall inside the car.
“They told yo’ stubborn ass to get a wheelchair.” Kong sucked his teeth but remained nearby in case he had to catch him if he fell.
“Fuck that. I just need some water and a blunt.”
“Doc gave you a script for percs.” Moose studied the papers in his hand.
“Hell nah. I’d rather be in fucking pain,” Mozzi griped.
