I hummed as I stepped out of my shower. I just got done washing my hair and body. It was much needed since I've been sweating all day. Plus, I haven't washed my hair since last week and it got sweated out from my recent activities.

I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around my body before checking my phone. Omari still hasn't text me to let me know if I was seeing him tonight or not. I was hoping he just forgot, but usually he never does. I was not trying to think of the worst, but my gut wasn't making it easy for me. I've been having a bad feeling all night.

I called Omari's phone as I walked out of my bathroom and into my room. As it rung, I grabbed a white tank top and some grey sweatpants. When I heard his voicemail, I ended the call and slipped into my night clothes.

"His ass better call me back," I murmured.

To get my mind off of worrying, I tried to figure out what I was going to do with my hair. I usually just flat iron it and call it a day, but I wanted to do something different with it. Plus, my hair is already heat damaged enough.

Maybe I should rock my curls for ah little bit, I thought to myself.

Suddenly, my phone began to ring. I glanced at my screen and noticed my dad calling me.

I answered, "Hey dad, I noticed you weren't here when I got home. Where are you?"

"Lanae get to the hospital." My body froze, but before I could speak he continued. "I'll explain everything when you get here, aight? Just get to the New York City Health and Hospital as quick as you can."

"Okay." I mumbled and with that he hung up.

I ran my fingers through my wet hair before rushing towards the front door. After putting on my slides, I grabbed my keys and headed out the door.

By the time I got inside of my car, my hands were shaking rapidly. I couldn't calm myself down, all I could do was think of the very worse. Whose in the hospital? Was it Omari?

My eyes began watering as I started the car and dialed Omari's number. I placed my phone up to my ear before pressing my shoulder against it to hold it in place. As I waited on an answer, I drove out of the parking lot and onto the road.

"Shit." I panicked when I was met with his voicemail once again.

Once it beeped I left a message.

"Omari, hey if you get this please call me. I'm literally freakin' out right now, I needa know that you're okay.." I trailed off as I made a sharp turn. "I love you, just please call me back."

I ended the call before dropping my phone on top of my lap.

Lord please... don't take someone else I love. At least not now. Whoever it is.. please, I'm begging you not to take them away from me. I'm not ready to lose anybody right now. I prayed out loud as tears began rolling down my cheeks.

Before I knew it, I was pulling up in front of the hospital. I parked my car outside of the emergency room entrance and rushed inside, not really caring about turning my car off.

I went straight to the desk, ignoring the people that were waiting in line. "I need information."

For who? I questioned myself.

"Sorry ma'am you're gonna have to wait in line like everybody else," the nurse said.

"I'm not waitin' on anything! I need information on the people who just came in." I said, still clueless on why I was even here.

"Ma'am, I can't give out that type of information." She nonchalantly spoke. "Please get to the back of the line."

I looked the nurse up and down. "Listen, I'm ten seconds away from hoppin' over this damn desk and whoopin' yo a-"

"Lanae," I heard my dad's voice as he grabbed my wrist and pulled me away from the desk. "Excuse her, she's ah lil' clueless right now."

I squinted my eyes at the nurse who eyed my dad with lust filled eyes. "No problem, sir. I understand."

"Oh please." I rolled my eyes at her before turning towards my dad. "What's goin' on, daddy?"

"Let's go in the waiting room. That's where everybody is at." He sighed causing my heart to beat fast.

I follow him into the waiting room and noticed all of the Slum Money members filled the small area. Some were crying while others were slowly going insane just sitting still.

My eyes landed on Nick, Bean, Sunny, and Chris. I scrunched my face up, wondering where the hell Omari was at. He claimed he was going to chill with them today.

"Aye," I gained everybody's attention. "Where's Omari?"

Every last pair of eyes that were on me, filled with sympathy. I shook my head, laughing. With tear filled eyes I look my dad in the eye and ask, "Where is Omari?"

He gave me sad smile. "Baby girl he.. he got shot earlier today."

I shook my head no as he pulled me into a hug.

"You gotta be positive right now, Lanae. You gotta be strong for him."

I broke down, burying my face into his chest. "I-I.. what?"

"Lanae, he gon' be good. He got to be," I heard Nick say from behind me.

I lifted my head from my dad's chest and glanced back at him. I saw him and Victoria gazing at me with hurt eyes while Bean paced behind them.

"What happened? I wanna know everything," I said in between sobs.

"That bitch ass nigga Deon set everything up!" Bean snarled.

"Nigga keep yo' voice down." My dad told him.

"Rob, at this point I don't give ah fuck who hear me. I'm ready to murder sum' niggas!"

Most members around the room agreed with him, getting all hyped up.

"And then what? End up in jail while yo' homie still in here fightin' for his life? You gotta move smarter than that, young blood."

Bean blew out a breath before nodding his head in agreement. "I just hate waitin' in here not doin' shit."

"I feel you."

I looked in between the two of them before finally speaking, "You said Deon set this up? My friend Deon?"

"Yeah, yo' homeboy," Chris chimed in, "That nigga came over to me and Lucky on sum' slick shit. I should've known that nigga was up to something."

I felt myself growing angry at the betrayal.

"Why?"

The boys shrugged.

"He wanted to talk to him alone and Lucky let him," Chris informed me, "but when the nigga was walkin' away ah car came swervin' beside my nigga and began bustin' at him."

"Yeah, the boys said when they started shootin' at the people who were shootin' at Lucky, they didn't even try to shoot back at 'em. It was like ah suicide mission."

"Hell yeah. On sum' straight nut shit," Sunny shook his head, "they planned that shit out, fo' sure."

"No doubt." Bean agreed.

"Why would he do that? He suppose to be my homie.. I'm so fuckin' mad right now." I sniffed while wiping my wet face.

"We is too, but I'm thinkin' he in YNG." Nick said.

"We needa get rid of 'em lil' niggas." Oscar spat, coming out of nowhere.

"No lie." My dad agreed before pulling away from me, "You aight for now?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "I guess. I just wanna know if he's okay."

"He fightin'. Right before I called you the doctor told us that he stopped breathin' for ah while, but he's good now. They doin' surgery on him and givin' him some blood since he lost a lot."

"Hold on," I paused looking around. "How long have y'all been here?"

My dad sighed tiredly before answering my question, "Since 8."

"Are y'all serious?" I questioned them. "Why am I just now knowin' about Omari gettin' shot?"

"We ain't want you worryin' too much, so we called you when we knew he was doin' okay."

"And what if he wasn't? What if he died and I wasn't here? God forbid." I questioned looking around at everybody with my face scrunched up.

"Well.. good thing it didn't happen. Like I said Lanae, be positive." My dad said in a tone that let me know he wasn't about to argue with me.

I shook my head at everybody. "Wow, that's fucked up."

As Nick opened his mouth to talk a doctor walked into the waiting room.

"Family of Omari Hills." He spoke before looking up from his clipboard, "how y'all doin' again?"

"Worried, Doc. Wassup?" Nick questioned as everyone gathered around to hear the news on Omari.

"Well.. to start off, Omari slipped into a coma a few minutes ago," he informed us causing me to gasp and place my hand over my mouth, "he's doing better though. It's normal for him to be in a coma in his condition due to his great amount of blood loss and six wounds. His body is tired a-"

"Wait," I interrupted. "Sorry to interrupt you, but did you just say six wounds?"

"Yes," he confirmed, "when he got here he had six gunshot wounds."

"Oh god," my voice cracked as I felt another lump form in my throat.

"Yeah it was pretty bad, but he is doing better. Believe me, he's a soldier in there." The doctor smiled a little. "But I'm not sure when he will wake up from his coma. Could be days, weeks, or months. It all depends on him."

"Thanks Doc," my dad shook the doctor's hand, "we appreciate you, man."

Numerous no lies and no doubts were heard around the room.

"No problem, it's my job," the doctor sighed, "You guys can visit him in the morning since visiting hours are officially over."

I watched as members from Slum Money began slowly making their way out of the hospital. I stayed put, right in front of the doctor.

"C'mon Lanae," my dad uttered, "we'll visit him in the morning."

I looked at him before turning my attention towards the doctor once again. "When does visiting hours start?"

"11:00 a.m."

"I'll be here." I promised before walking out with my dad.

What was I suppose to do? I don't wanna live without him. I know he's doing decent at the moment, but what about the future?