surprise.
The ambulance arrived to take Wiz to the hospital. The nurse had stabilized Wiz on the ground and stopped the bleeding. As the paramedics prepared to load him into the ambulance, the nurse asked Wiz if he had any identification on him.
“Just blink your eyes,” she said. Wiz blinked. Then, she checked his pants for his information and came across an ID that read Donovan Davis. She handed it to the paramedics. After they had placed him in the ambulance and hooked him up to the various machines, they headed off to California Hospital.
Wiz managed to tell the nurse to grab his cell phone. “Can you please call my fiancee Kendra?” he asked before he blacked out.
The nurse did as she was asked and called Donvan’s fiancee.
“Hello, I am a nurse calling from California Hospital. May I speak with Kendra LaSalle please?”
Kendra’s heart dropped. She didn’t know if Wiz or Trent was laid up in the hospital.
“This is Kendra,” she responded.
“I have you down as his next to kin,” the nurse began, but Kendra dropped the phone and started screaming, “Oh, Lord! No, not again,” Kendra kept saying.
Nia looked at her sister. Then, she looked at her phone on the ground. She picked it up. She knew that whoever was on the other end of the phone must have delivered some bad news because her sister was crying and carrying on.
“Hello! This is Kendra’s older sister Nia. May I ask what this call is concerning?”
Nia looked at her sister. Then, she stepped aside, so she could hear the nurse clearer.
“Is your sister the fiancee of a Donavan Davis?” she asked. Since she didn’t know what Wiz’s real name was, Nia answered, “Yes, she is. Can you please tell me what’s going on? My sister is not coherent at the moment.”
“Mr. Donavan Davis was involved in a shooting, and we will need for Ms. LaSalle to come and identify the body,” the nurse requested.
Nia released the call and looked at her sister and said, “Identify the body? C’mon, Ken. We have to get to the hospital now,” Nia said and grabbed her sister off the floor by her arms. Then, she dragged her to the car. First, Nia called Marcos to make sure it wasn’t Trent. “Hey, babe! What’s going on? Is everything okay?”
“Everything’s fine, ma,” Marcos answered, reassuring Nia.
“Where are you?’’ he asked. Nia looked at her sister in the passenger seat and decided that she didn’t want to give up too much information. “Kendra and I are still having our ladies’ day out. I’ll see you in a little while.”
Nicole dropped her bags when she saw Trent standing outside. “Wh…what you doing here?” Nicole stuttered.
“What happened? Cat caught you tongue? I know I’m the last person you expected to see, huh?” Trent said, yanking Nicole by her ponytail. “Bitch, you out here spending my money. I ought to beat your ass.” He slapped her across the face.
“Please, Trent! Don’t! I’m pregnant,” Nicole tried reasoning with him while also trying to make it to her new car. She hit the alarm on her key, but Trent snatched the keys out of her hand.
“Oh, bitch! You bought me a new whip. Good looking,” Trent spat.
Then, he put Nicole on the passenger side of her own car. Nicole tried to jump in the driver’s seat, but she wasn’t a match for Trent because he was swift on his toes. He knocked Nicole back to the passenger’s side of the car.
Trent swerved in and out of traffic as he tried to avoid hitting something or getting hit. Nicole swung her purse at Trent’s head, causing him to hit a parked car. He stopped the car. Then, Trent dragged Nicole out the car and beat on her like she was a man in the streets. Marquise sat in Trent’s car and just watching the whole scene unfold.
Trent knocked Nicole on the ground and delivered blows to her face non-stop. Nicole was balled up in a fetal position and covered her face, but it still didn’t stop the rain of punches that Trent was giving.
“Bitch, you the cause of me and my girl breaking up, my sister still missing, and you stealing my money!”
Nicole’s face was bloody, and she was unable to protect her face any longer. As she cried out in agonizing pain, she begged Trent to stop, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. Nicole faded in and out of consciousness, but that still didn’t stop Trent. He wouldn’t have been satisfied until she was dead, but Marquise had seen enough. He hopped out the car and said, “That’s enough, my nigga. Let that shit go. It ain’t even worth it.”
He pried Trent away from Nicole, but, as they walked away, Trent ran back to Nicole and kicked her in the stomach. He wanted to stomp the fetus out of her. When he finally grew tired of whooping her ass, he picked her up off the ground and put her inside his truck. He looked at Marquise and said, “Drive, my nigga.”
“Where to?” Marquise asked while looking back at Nicole stretched out in the backseat.
“To the hospital.”
Trent rubbed his hands through his hair.
“I don’t want to have anything to do with this,” Marquise answered, not knowing what to do.
“Fuck it, cuz. Get out the fucking car, I’ll drive.”
Marquise got out the driver’s seat and walked around to the passenger’s side. Trent drove to California Hospital. Instead of taking her to the emergency entrance, he pulled the truck over at the lobby entrance. He got her out the truck and laid her on the curb. Then, he screamed for help and drove off.
Kendra and Nia pulled up to California Hospital. They had just missed Trent by a few seconds. They rushed to the nurses’ station.
“We’re here to see about Donavan Davis,” Nia said.
“I’m sorry, but you have to be a relative to visit Mr. Davis,” the nurse said.
That was all it took for Nia to go off.
“Look, dumb bitch! We are related. This is his fiancee, and she wants to know if he’s okay, so, if you don’t get a doctor out here quick, they gonna be carrying yo ass to the ER,” she threatened.
An older nurse, who had heard the commotion, tried to calm the situation down.
“Hi! I’m the D.O.N Rodgers. Who did you come to see?” she asked politely.
“My sister and I are here to see Donavan Davis,” Nia stated.
“Oh, yeah! You must be the victim’s fiancee. Follow me.”
The nurse guided them to ICU.
“We ask that you please put on scrubs and gloves. We wouldn’t want anyone to catch an infection.”
Kendra was a little more coherent and lucid once she heard that Wiz was now in ICU, but her mind pondered,
Wiz opened his eyes and said, “Babe, I can hear you. We’re still getting married as soon as I get up outta here.”
“How did this happen? And who is this Donavan? Your name is Gabe,” Kendra demanded to know.
“Slow down, babe. Donavan is my middle name, and Davis is my mother’s maiden name,” he whispered quietly.
