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KATHRYN

Six hours.

That's how long we waited to hear anything from Darnell. He told us that Amarah's seizures were so constant that they had to induce a coma. They thought inducing a coma would stop some of the frequent seizures but it didn't.

We learned she had a allergic reaction to something so deadly, it wasn't even sold in America. They pumped her stomach but the poison already infiltrated into her blood.

They got her a fresh blood supply to try and level out the toxins. It worked for the most part. She became stable and her seizures stopped.

"Thank you God,"I whispered.

Andre stood aghast. He didn't say anything. He only nodded his head. His eyes trailed back down to the floor that he was staring at intensively for the past six hours. He sat in the same spot, same position, and same look for six hours straight.

I offered Andre, Phrey, and PJ water and food plenty of times, but they didn't say anything. The only thing that was said to me was, "Where's the church?" PJ left to go pray for most of the six hours.

The reactions showed how deeply everyone cared for Amarah. Phrey stalked the lobby trying to figure out how this all happened. I noticed his hand was bleeding severely. I asked several times if he wanted me to stitch it up, but he didn't say anything. He just kept walking.

I tried to keep myself distracted. I tried to visit patients in the ER but I couldn't bring myself to it, not after I watched that young girl die. She couldn't pull through, and I was scared Amarah couldn't either, but Amarah is a fighter. She has so much to do here and she knows it.

"White girl let me talk to you,"Phrey finally spoke.

I looked up and saw him walking to the end of the hallway. I stood up out of my chair. Andre didn't flinch. I gave Andre a pitiful look, but he still didn't say anything.

Phrey opened up a room door and stepped inside. I put my keycard on the outside so it wouldn't look suspicious. Phrey paced the room once again without even looking at me.

"Did they say what she ate that had that shit in it?"His voice spoke so lowly I could barely hear him.

"They said it was probably candy. I'm not sure. Darnell can't tell us everything yet,"I whispered.

"Ima kill that bitch! Swear to fucking God!"He shouted.

"Phrey calm down!"I cried. "You'll only make it worse!"

He glared at me, "I'm doin what I have ta do fa ma niece! She's like ma daughter and that bitch wanna kill ha? I'm blowing ha fuckin brains out fa'sho!"He shouted.

"How would Amarah feel when you land in jail Phrey? Please just please calm down. The police have been notified and they're gonna find whoever did this to her."

"The police? Kathryn what did tha police do when somebody shot up tha fucking hospital? That man got 60 yea's ta life! What they gon do ta ha mama? Give ha probation? Don't gimme that bullshit Kathryn,"He shouted at me.

"...I understand that's your niec-"

"Don't play like ya fuckin stupid! That lil girl has been callin ya mommy since tha day you spenn'a night with ha. She's important ya whether ya like it or not."

I looked down at my toes, "As much as I love Amarah, She's not my daughter."

"Bull fucking shit!"He screamed. "You played ha! Ya played Andre! Ya played ma whole fucking family white girl!"He screamed.

I pushed him off of me and watched him slowly back away from my face, "I didn't mean too!"I shouted back pushing him again. "I wanted to be there for all of you but I couldn't! I can't okay! I can't! I'm sorry!"I shouted as I pushed him again.

He held my wrist and it immediately sent me into tears. I fought to be released but he didn't let me go. He just pulled me close and let me cry into his chest.

"I'm sorry!"I cried.

"It's okay. We all got our pro'lems. It's how ya deal with that'll make ya,"He rubbed my back softly. "Don't beat ya'self up ova it. It's gonna work out white girl."

I laughed in his chest, "My name is Kathryn, Humphrey."

"Aye what I tell ya about ma whole name?"

"Humphrey, Humphrey, Humphrey,"I giggled.

He gently pushed me off of him. The door opened and in waltzed PJ. He was smiling from ear to ear, which meant only good news could be said.

"She's awake! Gracias God!" PJ announced.

Phrey jumped over, literally jumped over me, and ran out of the room. I shook my head and grabbed my badge off the door. PJ looked at me suspiciously.

"It was nothing like that,"I said. "If he wasn't gay then you already know." I bent over and twerked a lil bit making PJ laugh.

"That's why he calls yo ass white girl."

I rolled my eyes and followed him into the room. Amarah was laying down already playing with one of her dolls. She jumped up, but quickly laid back down when the cords pulled her back.

"Mommy!"Amarah shouted.

"Hey baby!"I said walking over to her. I loosened some of the chords so she could have more wiggle room.

"Can you do her hair?" She asked showing me a black doll. "Her hair isn't like ours but we can wash it and make it curly."

"I'll braid it today, and tomorrow when you take the braids out it'll be wavy. Like when I do your hair right?"

She smiled and nodded. I began to braid the dolls hair while Andre spoke to her. I could tell he was upset with Amarah for calling me mommy. I didn't even have to look at him to know.

PJ and Phrey headed home to get Amarah and Andre some clothes. Darnell stepped in the room a few times to make sure she was okay.

We now knew that the poisoning came from a piece of candy. That piece of candy was giving to her by her own psycho mother. The police were on the lookout for her now, but if I wasn't mistaken Phrey had already left to commit the dirty sin.

Amarah slept peacefully. I was beginning to doze off myself. Andre sat upright in the corner bouncing his leg up and down. He was mumbling something but I couldn't make out any words. It got to a point to where I found it extremely annoying.

"Can you please stop?"I mumbled.

He looked at me for a few minutes and finally said, "Let me talk to you in the bathroom."

He got up and walked to the bathroom. When I got there he was leaning against the counter. He shut the door behind me. I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes.

He looked sexy when he was mad, and I wouldn't even lie. He had on a simple NBA shirt, and some jeans, but it was his grown man appeal that attracted me to him. He had grown out his beard, which wasn't lined properly but you couldn't tell too much. His hair had grown out, and shaped his face better. He was everything.

"Don't walk back in ma life like ya ain't leave me a month ago,"He gritted through his teeth.

"You know why I left Andre. I couldn't handle a family. I still can't bu-"

"Then don't have ma fucking daughta callin ya mommy. Fuck is wrong with ya? Ya came inta ha life and acted like a motha figure and then leave! Ya can't do that Kathryn! Ya just can't."

I jabbed my finger into his chest, "You know why I left. I left because I couldn't be a mother figure to my own child Andre. How would you feel if you just lost a kid and was trying to take care of someone else's?"I shouted at him.

"I get that Kathryn. I been understood that. Ya just walked out. No call, no text, no note. Ya just left. Ya kna what I had to tell Marah? I had ta tell ha ya was at work 24/7! That lil girl call ya mama and you couldn't even be thea fa ha."

"How was I supposed to explain that I couldn't raise your child Andre? How? Please tell me fucking how!"

"Ya promised ha since day one ya was gon do ha hai-"

"I said do her hair. Not be her mother!"

"Ya promised ha tha day ya got home and came ta live with us ya was gon be thea fa ha. She started calling ya mommy cause ya acted like what a motha was supposed ta. Ha mama walked out on ha before she could e'en get ta kna tha woman. Ya kna you shouldn't have promised if ya couldn't do it."

"I'm done with you Andre! I'm tired of explaining myself every single time! I lost my child Andre! My first fucking child. I needed time to process everything. Why would God take a child from me? Does that ever run through your mind? Does the fact that Amarah is everything I could've had? I hate she's not my daughter! I hate it!"I cried as I shouted. "I hate you! I wish I never met you Andre! I wish I never did!"

I cried into his chest as he held me close. Honestly, I wish I never did.