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I held my hand against the horn to gain attention from other drivers and, hopefully, a state trooper. With his elbow, he hit me dead in the nose to get me off of him. My phone dropped to my feet, and I saw that Aja was still on the line.

“I hope your decisions were worth it, bitch!” He flew through a red light.

Suddenly, it sounded like the car exploded. My life flashed before my eyes as my body jerked forward from the hard impact. Instantly, my entire body went numb, and the world went black.

CHAPTER 33

Robert Gray

When I crashed my car, the impact sounded like a bomb had gone off. It wasn’t in my plans to survive that shit. In the back of the ambulance, I was in and out of consciousness. Discombobulated, all I felt was pain shooting through my body from head to toe. When I arrived at the hospital, they began examining me right away. I wasn’t exactly sure what type of injuries I sustained, but that shit caused me to pass out. Once I finally came too, all I could hear was the beeping of the machines around me. My eyes were sensitive to the bright ass lights and the strong smell of disinfectant irritated my nose. Bandages were wrapped around my forearm and abdomen, along with an IV stuck in my arm.

For a few seconds, I just stared at the ceiling as everything came rushing back to me. I felt sick on my stomach, which I assume came from the mixture of the liquor and whatever pain medicine that was in my system. I slowly pushed myself higher against the pillows and a sharp pain ripped through my chest.

“Fuck!”

I clenched my jaw and waited for the pain to subside. Next thing I knew, the door opened and a nurse walked in carrying a clipboard.

“Oh, you’re awake.” She barely smiled. “How are you feeling? Are the pain meds working for you?”

“Hell no,” My voice sounded dry and weak. “How bad am I hurt?”

“Well, you suffered several injuries, but fortunately nothing that required immediate surgery. You have a few fractured ribs and your arm is fractured also. The doctor will be coming in soon to speak to you about all of that.”

When the bitch said fortunately, I almost laughed.

“What about the other people?”

“What other people?” Her expression changed.

That was enough to make my heart start pounding.

“Exactly what the fuck I said.” I tried to move again but the pain reminded me not to.

“Um, I don’t have information about any other patients. However, I can tell you that the police have been notified. Which means they’ll probably want to speak with you once you’re medically cleared.”

“Probably? For what?” I frowned.

“Your alcohol levels were extremely high. You should get some rest though. I’ll inform the doctor that you're awake now.”

She walked out leaving me to stare at the closed door. Suddenly, it felt as if the room was closing in on me. A failed blood test for alcohol meant I would possibly be charged with drunk and reckless driving. Thankfully, I wasn’t already handcuffed to the bed. I knew right then I had to get the fuck up outta there. I glanced around the room in search of my belongings. I didn’t see shit at first, then I noticed a bag sitting on the counter in a corner. I slowly slid my legs over the side of the bed before working my way to stand up. Again, pain shot through my body as I held on to the rail of the bed. Sweat beaded on my forehead as I tried to get my bearings together. I tried taking a few deep breaths but that shit was on the verge of taking me out as my knees buckled.

I didn’t give a fuck how much pain I was in, I had to get the fuck outta dodge. Slowly, I limped toward the corner where my bag was located and searched through it. Pieces of my clothes and wallet were the only thing in there. Where the fuck was my phone? I needed to get up with my brother but I couldn’t remember his number, the nigga stayed switching phones. However, I did memorize one number as I made my way over to the hospital phone.

“Hello?” Tawanna answered.

“Aye,” I spoke, clearing my throat.

“Who the hell is this?”

“Rob, where you at?”

I needed to sit down, I felt so weak.

“At home…where are you and why does it sound like you’re whispering.” She questioned.

“I’m not whispering, I’m at the hospital. I need you to come pick me up. I don’t have my phone so I need you to hurry up and get here. I'll meet you at the entrance of the parking deck. Don’t tell nobody that you’re coming to get me. Don’t even mention you talked to me. You got that?”

“Yeah. Okay, I’m on the way. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”