"She's doing just fine, she just passed out from dehydration and lack of sleep. She fine though." A female said.

"Thanks." I hear a man say.

I hear a door open and close and I open one eye, confused by my surrounding.

Why was I in a hospital? Why did I pass out. I was getting sleep. I mean if you count small five minute cat naps, then yeah, but if not, I don't know what to tell ya.

"Man, I don't know what happened, shit, I mean I do know what, she passed out duh, but, I-I, uhh Lord, I guess, I'on know how to act in this type of situation. Man, I hope she's okay. L-Let her get rest Jesus, um, protect her, amen."

I open my eyes, staring at the beautiful man that just prayed for me. "Can you had me that cup of water?."

He jumped, holding on to his chest, "Shit, Sarah, you almost gave me a heart attack. Why aren't you sleeping, baby?"

"I don't know, I wasn't tired, Peter. I was trying to balance work and taking care of Christian, I guess it got the best of me."

Peter sighed, taking my hand is his. "You scared me, baby. I was calling yo name a hundred times and you just wouldn't wake up. When Aug called me in the room, all you was doing was screaming and clawing at our arms," he rolled his sleeve up to show fresh scratches on his forearm. "What made you act out like that?"

"I-I don't wanna talk about it," I whispered.

I don't think I could tell him him and a monstrous human being raped me, while my dying son was right there. The images looked and felt so real, I couldn't handle the thought of my baby boy dying or meeting or interacting with Raymond ever again.

"What do you mean? You gotta talk about this." He said, taking my hand in his.

"I—"

I shake my head, blinking my eyes of the tears clouding them. "It's okay, baby, just tell me. I want to protect you."

I sigh, scratching my neck. "I can't talk about this, Peter. You can't pressure me to tell you either. I'll handle this by myself.."

He shook his head, obviously upset with me. "Pressure? I'm not trying to fucking pressure you, Sarah. This is because of our argument isn't it? I swear Sarah you selfish. You have people here like me wanting to protect you and you just shut us out. Sometimes, I really wanna smack the shit outta you."

I shake my head, shocked. "Peter, get out. I can't with you. You're going to quote, unquote smack me because I can't confess something to you. You're a joke."

"Fine, I don't give a fuck."He walked out slamming the door in the process.

I sighed, feeling the aftermath of everything. I finally feel the exhaustion and a brewing headache coming.

"Uh, knock knock," I turn my head to look at the door and in walks Christian and August.

I softly smile, staring at Christian. He was weeping softly in August's arms. Not going to lie, it's a beautiful sight to see. August look like he was handling Chris very well.

"Shh, yo momma right hea'. Look," August said.

He looked up and smiled big. "Mommy," He wiggled his way out of August's arms and gave me a hug.

"Hey man," I cooed, hugging him back.

"You okay? You went to sleep and when I called you, you did not wake up. You okay, mommy." He asked.

"Yes, baby, I'm fine. Did you pray for mommy?"

"Mhm! I tol' Jesus to wake my mommy up and I say wit Jesus stwips we heal and Jesus say to me, your mommy okay and I say tank you, but you did not wake up and I cry." He frowned.

"If Jesus said I'm up, then I'm up. Don't wavier in faith, Chris. Believe and,"

He smiled, "And ye shall receive."

I smile, kissing him on his cheek. "Chris go wait outside and if you move I'm whooping you."

"Okay,"

As he left, August stood there scratching his head. "Uhh,"

I bit my lip, staring everywhere but at him. "Thanks August. And I truly apologize for the um.. Scratches I gave."

"You straight, baybeh. You aight?" He eyed me as if he was reading me.

"I'm f-fine." I bit my bottom lip.

"I really pray you aight and I'm sawry if I started da whole thing ya' know."

I smile at him. "I know, thank you again."

"If ya' need a friend, again, I'm always hea' and I'm great at listenin'." He smiled.

He teeth were pearly white and perfectly aligned. He had the smile of an angel.

"I'll take that into consideration." I smiled.

"If ya don't mind me askin', but whea' Peter at? He should be hea', you his old lady, ya' heard me?" He asked.

I shrug, sighing softly. "We got into another disagreement and he said I make him want to smack the S-word outta me and I told him to leave. I can't with him acting like a bipolar clown."

"Dat nigga crazy, if ya was ma' old lady, I'd be hea', makin' sho you aight, baybeh."

My heart begun to beat faster and I quickly stare away from him.

"Y-yeah." I stuttered, feeling my face get redder by the second.

"Ya' cool, Sarah?" He laughed, and I nod.

"I-I'm fine August. Do you think you could take me home after I get discharged from here. Peter was suppose to be my ride back but, things happened."

"Yea, lemme go get da' nurse and we'a be outta hea'. I'a send Christian back in too." He and left out.

Moments later, Christian came back in with flowers, chocolates, a get well soon balloon and a teddy bear.

I smile hard, tears clouding my eyes. I wipe my eyes, licking my lips.

"Thank you." I said.

"Aug bought it. Look at the bear mommy." He handed me the items.

I laugh, tears still managed to fall. "Well one day we see August, I'll tell him thank you. It's so beautiful."

"Jus' like you mommy." He smiled.

I smiled back, hugging him tight.

This little, handsome boy is my life and my pride. He is my son. My baby.

When I pull away, staring into his face. I see Raymond in his eyes. The smile he smiles is the same smile I saw when I was with his father.

That's the smile I once upon a time loved. Whenever he smiled, I felt like the clouds would open and the sun would appear, shining down on us.

Once upon a time Raymond was my king and I was his queen. Now, I'm nothing to him, but a rape victim and a baby's mother. To me, he's an image of my son..

Maybe that's what I need to do. Accept the fact that Christian is Raymond's son and whatever he did in the future has to be forgiving and forgotten. I can no longer let that weigh me down.

I just need some help getting over the past. Maybe I should take August up in his offer and be friends with him. He speaks like he's been through it all and he knows what to do. He has a good head on his shoulders. For a man like him, he's so wise.