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“I’m at the hospital. She’s in the back right now. They’re treating her, running different test and stuff. She got a hold of our mom’s Xanax prescription, and she took a bunch of them. She’s hooked up to all kinds of monitors, so they can watch her breathing. I can’t see her like that, so I stepped out of the room,” she finished, the tears still falling from her eyes.

She used her free hand, so that she could wipe the tears away. I could see that not only was she sad, but she was scared shitless too.

“Damn. What’s her condition right now? Is she awake?” I wanted to know.

“Barely. She’s just in and out of it. My mom, my grandma, my aunt, and Lyric are all back there with her right now. My sister… almost left me. I don’t… I don’t get how she would be able to do this to me, knowing how much I love her,” Deja completely broke down over the phone. I hated seeing her cry, just as much as I hated having to witness my mom cry just a few minutes ago.

“What hospital you at, baby?” I asked her.

“It’s okay. I’ll just see you when I get home,” she replied.

“Text the address to the hospital. Ima come sit with you,” I said, basically allowing what she just said to me to go in one ear and out the other.

Because I knew she was probably going to have some kind of rebuttal, I went ahead and hung the phone up after I said that. Deja quickly texted over the hospital she was at, and I texted back, letting her know that I was on the way.

Before standing, I leaned over, placing a kiss on my mom’s forehead. The goal was to come right back, but I wanted to sit with Deja for a little bit. I had one woman in my life, squared away, resting, with the problems she was dealing with right now put on hold. Now, I had to tend to the other woman in my life.

I left my mom in the room, closing the door behind myself. I went ahead, and took the stairs down, sliding my feet back into my slides. I heard noise coming from the kitchen area, so that’s the direction that I went in. Demarco was in there, with one of our dad’s cognac glasses resting on the counter, helping himself to a glass of Hennessy.

He took his eyes off the glass, once he saw that I walked into the kitchen.

“What she doing?” he wanted to know.

“She fell asleep. Ima make a move right quick. I’ll be right back though. Don’t leave her here alone,” I replied, and he nodded.

“Yeah, I ain’t going nowhere. Where you about to go? What kind of move you gotta make at three in the morning?” he wanted to know.

“Deja little sister in the hospital. Ima just go out there to sit with Deja for a little bit,” I shared, not going into details with him because I’m sure Deja wouldn’t want me going around, telling people that her little sister tried killing herself.

“Aight. Go handle your business. I hope everything alright,” he said.

I walked over to him, shook it up with him, and then left the kitchen. All I had to do was walk over to the front door, let myself out, and lock the door behind me.

The hospital that Deja was at with her sister wasn’t too far away. It was only twenty minutes away from my parents’ house. Since it was so late at night, with not many cars on the road, I was able to get there in only fifteen minutes. The parking lot wasn’t too busy either, so I found a spot in the front.

As soon as I parked, I sent a message to Deja, letting her know, and she replied quickly, giving me her sister’s first and last name, and telling me that she was in the family waiting area.

Once I was inside the hospital, it was a quick, and easy process getting checked in. No one was in line, so after giving my name, showing I.D and letting them know who I was here to see, I was heading for the elevators probably two minutes later.

The second I stepped off the elevator, I spotted Lyric, and she was with two other women. I knew the women were Deja’s mom, and aunt. I’ve seen her aunt once. It was the night at the club when the music video premiered. There hadn’t been any introductions that night though. I only saw her from a distance. Seeing Deja’s mom and aunt, all I could think to myself was how much they looked like Deja. I knew they were twins, but Deja could pass for their triplet. Beautiful women, for sure.

“Hey Wolf. Deja called you?” Lyric asked, coming over.

Lyric was cool. I remember the night I pulled up at the club to talk to Deja about her car. Lyric was the one to walk over and tell me that she was going to have Deja meet me out in the parking lot. I could tell that the two of them had a beautiful friendship too. Deja always spoke highly of Lyric.

“What’s up? She didn’t tell me to come, but she called me and told me what happened. I told her that I would come down and sit with her,” I explained.

“She’s over there in the waiting room area. She got freaked out seeing Nari like that, so she walked out. This is Deja’s auntie Twan, and this is her mom, Tameka,” Lyric did the introductions.

Auntie Twan smiled at me, and she extended her hand, so that I could shake it. From what Deja told me, her aunt was her person. She made her out to be her road dawg, and the one she wished was her mother. She said that her aunt was the turn up queen, loving to have a good time. I’m sure if the two of us met under different circumstances, that she would have been a little livelier meeting me. With the fucked up circumstances, I expected this kind of dull reaction.

Deja’s mom stood there, and she looked me up and down. The same red eyes that Deja had over the phone were the same red eyes that her mom had. I didn’t expect her to speak to me. Deja told me about the hate that her mom had for her, so anything that was attached to Deja, she probably wouldn’t be nice to them, so she didn’t speak. It was cool though. I didn’t come down here for her mom to speak to me. My girl was on the phone crying. I came down here to wipe and kiss away tears. Give out words of encouragement, letting her know that everything was going to be okay, and then sit with her for a little bit.

Once I was sure that she was fine, I was going to dip off, so that I could go back to my mom, and tend to her.

I headed for the family waiting area, where I knew Deja was sitting. It wasn’t that far of a walk, so before I knew it, I was walking inside. She was the only one waiting in the room. She was sitting in a chair, off to the side. She had her left leg tucked up under her, as she sat on it, and her hood was pulled over her head. Her head hung low, but the second she felt movement in the room, she picked her head up and looked towards the entrance.

Our eyes locked, and I could see the fight in her eyes, where she tried to smile at me, but she couldn’t. She didn’t have to smile. I didn’t need her to. As long as she knew that I pulled up. That was good enough for me.