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Finally, after waiting for more than two hours, a doctor comes into the room. Everyone jumps up to get word on Armor’s condition. I stand next to Hammer and hold on to him again for strength.
“I need to speak with the patient’s family.”
“We’re all his family,” Breaker says, and the doctor stutters, clearly overwhelmed by such a showing.
“Okay, well, we have good news.” He gives a tentative smile, and I hear others heave out a sigh of relief. I wait for the doctor to continue before I do the same.
“The bullet did manage to pierce his pericardial sac, and there was a little damage to the muscle wall itself. Luckily, his heart is strong, and we were able to get to him in time. There’s still some work to be done in the surgery, but so far, his prognosis is very good. As long as he takes it easy for a little while, I don’t see any reason why he shouldn’t make a full recovery.” The smile on the doctor’s face gets wider, and all the rest of the clubhouse go over to give their thanks.
I want to do the same, but it feels like my feet are stuck in the mud. I can’t move.
“Is it okay?” I turn to my brother. I need to make sure that I’m not hearing things. I need to be sure that the doctor said that Armor’s going to be okay.
Hammer puts both hands on my face and cradles my cheeks.
“Yes, Jada. He’s going to be fine. I should’ve known that there was no way a little bullet to the chest was going to be enough to put that man down.” He laughs, and I want to feel that same joy, but I can’t break myself out of this terror.
“I want to see him,” I say, and the doctor looks over everyone’s shoulder to see me.
“He’s still in surgery. They are closing him up now. Once we get him out to a recovery room, he can have visitors. Don’t worry, miss, he’s in good hands.” The doctor nods his head once and turns on his heels to walk out the door.
None of this feels real, and I find myself wishing that I was still sleeping.
At some point, Hammer guides me back to one of the chairs, and he starts talking to me. Nothing of importance, probably just trying to get me to react.
“Come on, Jada. Please talk to me. You’re scaring me,” I hear Hammer say, and it’s only then I can force my mouth to move.
My throat feels like sandpaper, and my body vibrates from all the anxiety surging through me.
“I’m okay, bro. Just shocked.” I pat his hand, and he nods as if he understands.
“I know. What can I do? How can I help you?” he asks, and I try to swallow again, only to feel the pain in my throat.
“Can I have some water?” I ask, and Hammer rushes to get me what I ask for. He comes back with a small cup. My hands are shaking so much that I can’t even take it from him. He ends up having to put it to my mouth for me, so I can take a sip.
It feels good, and I drink a little more.
“There’s my girl. Come on, take some more,” he says, encouraging me.
I guess, in some sense, I’ll always be Hammer’s baby girl, but in my heart, I know the only person I want to hear say that is Armor.
Another hour later, a nurse comes out to let us know that Armor is out of surgery and in the recovery room.
“One person can go see him now,” she says, and I’m surprised that Breaker tells me to go on.
I use Hammer’s arm to get myself up to my feet and will myself to follow the nurse back to Armor’s room.
“He’s going to be a little groggy, so don’t be alarmed if he falls asleep in the middle of a conversation,” she tells me as she leaves me at his door.
I can’t take another step. That mud that was keeping me locked in place has come back, and I’m stuck again.
The room looks so sterile. The white sheets, white bed, white walls. He’s covered and tubes and wires that are hooked up to various machines. I’m not used to seeing him in such a vulnerable state. He looks so beat up part of me starts to believe that they were wrong about him being okay.
Only when he opens his eyes do I let out a strangled breath. I rush over to the bed, pulling the chair closest to him with me, and grab for the hand that doesn’t have the IV in it.
“Oh, Armor, what kind of mess did you get yourself into?” I fuss at him. Now that I know he’s truly okay, I can’t stop touching him. Making sure to move slowly, so I don’t cause him any pain. “I was so fucking scared for you,” I say, and he gives me a half-smirk.
“Don’t be scared, babe. I already told you I’m all yours. Nothing’s going to take me away from you.”
