Page 117 of Finessed By A Hood White Boy

I nodded my head in understanding. All I wanted to do was lay eyes on her for myself. I waited for her parents to have their time. Her mother came out of the room with her eyes red and puffy from crying. They said she was talking, but not much. Her father said they asked her certain questions; some she could answer and others she couldn’t.

Since Ava had been in a coma, her mother hadn’t been eating or getting any sleep. Shit, that went for all of us. But her father told us he was going to get his wife home to rest for a bit before coming back to sit with Ava. I told him I would stay with her until they got back so she wouldn’t be alone. Aja said she would come back later as well because she had both Savannah and Dakota outside in the car with her homegirl.

“I’ll kick it with y'all for a minute,” Ace said to me.

He walked into the room ahead of me and stood on one side of Ava’s bed. She was awake with her head still wrapped in a bandage. Most of the cords she had hooked to her had been removed, including the tube in her throat. She carefully watched us both as we stood at her bedside, then her focus remained solely on me.

“So…what do my lab results say?” She asked weakly.

“I uh, I don’t know yet. We’re still waiting for them.” I watched her carefully.

“Do you need to check me again for something?”

“Oh shit,” Ace laughed. “Nigga, I think she thinks you’re the doctor.”

Ava looked at Ace then back at me with confusion.

“You’re not my doctor? Ace, who is this?” she asked, but her eyes stayed on mine.

“The nigga you fuckin.” He mumbled.

“Wait a minute,” she closed her eyes. “Where’s Rob?”

I gave Ace a quick glance before focusing back on her. All he could do was shake his head.

“That nigga is dead.”

She broke our gaze to look at Ace.

“What?” She asked in disbelief.

“You really don’t remember what happened?” he asked.

Her eyes slowly darted around the room. She sat quietly as if she was trying to remember.

“I want to hold my baby.” She ignored his question. “Where’s my baby?”

“She’s good,” Ace answered.

Tears formed in her eyes, then they slowly ran down her cheeks.

“Tell me what happened?” she asked.

“That nigga was trying to kill you. That’s what happened. Listen, we just need you to get better. Don’t even think about him.”

Ace was lying about Rob bitch ass being dead. We heard from the police that he was alive and most likely well because he was able to flee from the hospital. That was the smartest thing that muthafucka could’ve done. I wasn’t worried though, it was only a matter of time before I caught up with him. I should’ve killed him when I had the chance. That was my biggest regret. At the moment, my main focus was Ava until she got better. That muthafucka, his days were numbered.

The room got quiet, and I watched Ava look around, taking in all the flowers and balloons. Then her eyes landed right back on me.

“Who is this?” she asked Ace again.

“My boy EJ.”

“Ethan,” I corrected him.

She never called me EJ, and I wanted to keep it that way.

“My bad. This my nigga Ethan.”