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keep it together until I was well enough to go under the knife again. I was scared to damn death, but I knew it was something that had to be done so I was ready. I wanted to get it over with as fast as possible because after that I would be in the process of healing so that I could go home. I still had yet to decide where I was gonna go after leaving here or what I was gonna do with myself. All I knew is that I wasn’t going back to my parents’ house.
    My mama and I couldn ’t get along for shit and every time I saw her step through that damn door, I pretended to be so sleepy and in pain that it was a hassle to talk. It worked like a charm too. Every time she would sit her country ass in the corner of the room and work on the ugly ass baby blankets that she planned to give to her grandchildren one day.
    She had this new love of knitting and sewing and I promise you, you couldn ’t tell her that she wasn’t the shit. Those blankets were ugly as hell, but I would always pretend like it was the best thing I had ever seen. There was no need to hurt the woman’s feelings seeing as how she had even suggested contacting Disney to see if they would be interested in buying her blankets for their baby products. I had laughed so hard on the inside when she’d told me, but who was I to stomp all over her dreams?
    I brought the spoon up to my mouth about to devour another taste of this Cherry Jell-O, when suddenly my hospital room door flew open, and Imran came storming in like he was here to save the day.
    Shit. He looks good.
    Even with the hospital gown on and a pair of holey jeans he looked gorgeous as ever. His scruffy chocolate skin was as beautiful as ever and he looked well. He didn’t look like he’d been shot or even been an accident, and I was happy to see that.
    Before the police was standing over me with all of their questions, I had assumed that he had ran off with Rain and had left me for dead until they told me about the accident.
    Funny thing is they had never asked me about Rain and when I had brought up her name and told them how Imran had only shot me because he was protecting Rain; they had looked at me rather strangely.
    I rushed to sit the Jell-O down and went to fix my hair as if it mattered. Hell, I was on my sick bed just as he was so I know he wasn’t expecting me to look the part when he’d walked in. I couldn’t believe how my stomach had begun to turn flips as if it was the first time I was seeing him. My feelings for him were still there even though I had hoped that they would disappear. There was too much damage done between the two of us to have anything and I just wanted to put him in the past along with the rest of those that I loved. Part of me wanted to stay around so that I could try and make things work with him, but the other half of me was telling me to just let it go.
    “ Imran, what are you doing here? Are you okay?” I asked noticing the menacing, hard glare that he gave me as he came closer to my bed.
    “ The keys to the rental you were driving. Where are they?” he asked getting straight to the reason he was here.
    “ Keys? I don’t know anything about any keys, Imran. I don’t remember anything past you pumping those two bullets into me,” I said bitterly. I could tell that he sensed that by the way his jaw tightened before he spoke again.
    “ Mmph, so you haven’t seen any keys?” he asked me and then he looked over in the corner of my room before he just bolted off in that direction. He pulled the little closet open and pulled out my bag. I oddly stared at him as he poured the contents of my personal belongings bag onto the floor. He rummaged through the things and his shoulders dropped in defeat when he didn’t find what he was looking for.
    “ Imran, I told you I don’t know anything about those keys. Maybe they gave them back to the rental place. Did you ask Rain if she had seen them?”
    Imran placed his hands on his hips and seemed to be in deep thought before