Samantha
I heard beeping. I couldn’t bend my right arm because something was poking at it. My left hand felt trapped. I opened my eyes to darkness with a little bit of light coming from the bathroom, I think.
I looked around and saw white walls, a bunch of cupboards, medical equipment and that’s when I realized I was in the hospital. I looked to my left and Dashawn had my hand, holding it tightly, while he was bent over in his black dress shirt with his head on my left thigh.
“Dashawn,” I croaked out. My throat felt a little dry. He didn’t move.
“Dashawn, baby," I said a little louder. The scratchiness in my voice made me clear my throat. He must have been exhausted because he was out.
“Dashawn!” My brow furrowed. Was he alright?
“MONEY!” He popped up, his eyes wild, lookin
