I spent a good six weeks in the hospital to manage my medicine better and start group therapy. It helped so much for me too, Mo came to visit a few times to give me books for exams and notes. Jerry and Tee stopped by once or twice, she was getting too big to move and even had to take a semester off to get ready for my nephew. Two days after the big fight Ma went back to the mountains, but she calls every other day just to keep tabs on my recovery. If you’re wondering what is going on with Bash and Gun, well that’s a good question I refused any visits from them and Tracy came by last week telling me that Bash took a turn for the worst. I tried to hide my saddest, but I bawled my eyes out when I closed the door of my room. She said doctors weren’t sure if he would make it through the month, I wanted to see him, but didn’t at the same time. Taking a minute to think things over my case manager said it would be a good idea to try and give him a piece of mind. So today is that day, my visit with Bash nervously walking from the Psych ward to the Intensive care floor. This will be the second time I’ve seen him look so horrible and my heart nearly broke just seeing him lying in the bed hooked up to the wires and cords.
Waking up coughing from the burning sensation in my throat. The room spun for a second while I adjusted to the blinding light, my eyes shot around the room Mo, Jerry, Tee even Ma? Why was she down from the mountains? It was then that the realization hit me.
She's my Elleeanna
Born on Valentine's Day of 2009, Elleeanna came with unimaginable challenges. At first, when she was 11 months old and still unable to sit up on her own along with not even trying to make any sounds, I became worried. At her check-up, I asked the doctor, almost every visit until the doctor finally referred her to an ENT, little did I know that was just the beginning of our long journey. The test showed some abnormality and she needed further testing.
Mo: Rushing into the hospital behind the medics, they were talking to the nurses and doctors. Panic grew in my gut shanking as I dialed Rac’s and Jerry’s numbers for a group call.
My brain was too busy racing between Bash and Gun, that I didn’t get any work done, and lines were starting to run together. This was our last reversal for the last episode tomorrow. I’m not sure where Gun and I stand and also what about Bash?
I wanted to think that maybe that night didn’t change anything between Gun and I, but I’d be lying. Little by little we saw each other more, he said it’s best for me to focus on school and how my life was before sex so I’ve been drowning myself in work and school not that I didn’t have fun at work, he made working fun and easy, Jerry caught onto our touchy-feely actions early on, but didn’t say anything with Mo around knowing how he was. We had a long talk about the whole situation and I agreed if Bash hadn’t taken advantage of the fact that I lived by a promise, I know I was just as much in the wrong, but then again he lied about breaking-up with Tracy too. For the past few weeks Gun and I learned more things about each other. Everything was going well we were filming our last scene of the day and Gun was helping clean our work station,
Chapter Five Waking up to pounding on my door, groaning as I drug my feet to the door. “Damn it, Mo what do you wan…t” stopping dead in my tracks,
I don’t know why all our hell-like memories are still in my head. I remember all our past days, like how you played me, I completely changed because of you.