I was walking around the emergency room, trying to keep my cool. I had went through my first round of Kleenex and was starting on my second. Dean was trying to see what was going on with Dave. The doctors were working on him.
Luckily we got to the hospital on time after Dave was hit. Dean had picked him up and placed him in the backseat of the car to keep an eye on him while I drove. Dave was unconscious, but breathing.
"Hang in there, little man," Dean had said to him while I drove.
I was still pacing back and forth when my brother rushed in.
"Desiree! How's Dave? What did the doctors say?" Biggy said, frantically.
"I don't know," I said, before breaking down sobbing again.
Biggy comforted me.
"It's alright, sis. Just hang in there. Everything will be alright," Biggy said.
I continued to sob until I regained control of myself.
"What happened?" my brother asked.
"Someone...their tire had blown out...they lost control of their car...they were trying to avoid the children...but it...it..." I fell silent.
Biggy didn't let go of me.
"Where was he the whole time?" Biggy said, with a sour taste in his mouth.
"Dean was headed outside to join Dave and watch him and the other kids," I said.
"He should've been out there sooner!" Biggy said, raising his voice in rage.
"Biggy, Dean was on his way outside," I said, defending Dean.
"No, dammit. I'm tired of this. I've tried to be patient with Dean. I even went as far as apologizing to that piece of shit. But I'm done being nice," Biggy said.
I pushed away from him. "Why are you being such an asshole?"
"Whatever, Desiree," Biggy said, storming towards Dean.
"Biggy!" I said, following him.
Shit was about to go down.
"Hey, whitey!" Biggy said to Dean.
Dean turned around with a look that scared me. He approached Biggy, but didn't say anything.
"My nephew, that I love dearly, could be on the verge of death, because of you!" Biggy said, shoving Dean.
Dean remained silent and kept his composure.
"I was trying to save him," Dean said.
"I don't want to hear it!" Biggy said, shoving Dean again.
This time, Dean flipped.
Dean punched Biggy in the face and began wailing on him. I stepped back, not saying anything.
"I TRIED TO SAVE YOUR NEPHEW! I LOVE HIM MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THE FUCKING WORLD! I'M MORE WORRIED THAN YOU ARE! YOU'RE TOO DAMN BUSY WORRYING ABOUT ME! WORRY ABOUT YOUR NEPHEW WHO'S FIGHTING FOR HIS LIFE!" Dean said, tears streaming down his eyes.
Security had to separate the two. They escorted both of them outside. I remained inside the waiting room to hear how my son was doing. I was going to have to deal with the other situation afterwards.
"Miss Langston?" the nurse called out to me.
"Yes? How's my son doing?" I asked. My heart was pounding through my chest.
"He's in stable condition but he'll make it," she said.
I breathed a big sigh of relief. "Can I see him?"
"You'd have to come back tomorrow," she said.
"Alright," I said.
I met Dean outside. He was smoking a cigarette, pacing back and forth.
"How's Dave?" Dean said, throwing the cigarette out and stepping on it.
"He's in stable condition, doctor said we can come back tomorrow," I said.
Me and Dean drove home in silence. Once we got home, we noticed Biggy's car in the driveway.
Dean unbuckled his seatbelt and hopped out of the car.
"Dean!" I said, jumping out of driver's seat.
Fuck.
Dean bolted up the stairs, two stairs at a time. He unlocked the door and charged in. I was trying my best to keep up. I was extremely exhausted and something didn't feel right in my stomach...
"Get out of here!" I heard my brother yell at Dean.
"Make me, you son of a bitch," Dean said, through gritted teeth.
"Both of you, stop!" I said.
Before I knew it, I had collapsed onto the floor.
"Desiree!" Dean said, rushing to me. "Desiree!"
"You're a bad omen, Dean," Biggy said, coming towards me.
"And you're full of shit. You're lucky I haven't slit your throat yet," Dean hissed at him.
"You two...stop..." I said.
I was trying to keep my breathing steady.
"Babe, hold on," Dean said picking me up. He carried me back to the room and placed me on the bed.
The last thing I remembered was Dean's blue worried eyes looking into mine.