"Trav, she left like thirty minutes ago." I said, puttin on ma Nike slides.

A nigga was worried ta say the least. I told Sarah nice ass not ta give dat nigga ha phone and fuck ha dumb ass do? Gave dat nigga ha phone.

And the way dis nigga explainin his shit ain sound right, so na I gotta go get Sarah because I know niggas. Niggas never let they shit die.

"Yung, I'm sho she good. You stay worryin bout ha. She straight, g." He said, makin me shake ma head.

"I stay worryin because she so fuckin naive and so fuckin hardheaded." I fussed.

"Call ha, then."

"I did. That bitch went straight ta voicemail." I said, walkin out the do' ta ma car.

"Call ag–"

"Hold on, this ha right na." I said, answering ha call. "What, man."

"August," I heard ha sniffle, makin me stop everything I was doin. "I saw him again and he grabbed me a-and I can't breathe."

I could hear ha began to hyperventilate and I knew how ha anxiety worked, so I know I had to make it ta ha befo she crash or pass out onna road.

"Baybeh, pull over." I said, hopping in ma car and pullin off.

"I can't," She said, crying loudly.

"FUCK." I yelled, pushing onna gas. "Sarah, ma, you need ta stop befo you crash."

"I'm scared." She cried.

That was the last thing I heard befo I heard horns goin off and it alarmed me even more.

"Sarah?" I called out.

No response.

I pressed down onna gas more. I know she went ta the grocery store near the house, but ain no tellin where she drove off ta.

"Fuck, man." I threw my head back.

If only I went with ha, this shit wouldn't have happened.

I began ta follow the direction I know she went in afta ten minutes, traffic started backin up, makin me even more nervous.

If traffic backin up like this. She probably crashed or stopped outta nowhere.

Due ta the fact dat traffic ain movin, I hopped out ma car and ran ta wherever I needed ta go. Afta a couple minutes I see the police and the ambulance right next ta a car.

I rush ova ta the car and tried ta get a betta view of whatever it was. Once I saw the paramedics liftin Sarah out the car and onta a stretcher, I ran ova ta them.

"Sir, you need to back up." One of the cops said, pushin me back.

"Aye, nigga, dats ma lady." I said, pushin his bitch ass back.

I watched as he reached fa his gun. "Sir, you need to move."

"I'm not goin nowhea unless I see ma baybeh." I said.

"Norman. Move along." Anotha officer said. He nodded, walkin off. "What's the problem?"

"Dats ma lady ova thea and I'm jus tryin make sho she aight." Ma voice cracked.

I didn't wanna cry in front of these pigs, but seein ma baybeh like that wasn't helpin.

"Sir, they're taking her to the Piedmont Atlanta Hospital. You could trail the ambulance or you could ride with me and I'll take you there." He stated.

"Fuck." I threw ma hands up, shakin ma head. "I'll trail."

He nodded and placed his hand on ma shoulder. "I'm sorry about all of this. I pray she's alright."

I nodded and walked off ta ma car. Once I got in, I pulled off, cuttin off errybody dat was in front of me. As I pulled up ta the cop, I watched as the ambulance pulled off.

"Thank you." I mumbled as he nodded.

I pulled off behind the ambulance.

Ma mind was all ova the place and it was fuckin me up. I couldn't think of nothin else, but ma baybeh.

Was she good? Was she hurt? And who the fuck was afta ha? The only bitch I know "afta" ha was Peter. So if dis his doin, dat nigga gone have ta see me.

Ion give a fuck who and what camera thea, dat nigga gettin touched.

Arrivin at the hospital, I quickly found a parkin spot and hopped out the car, goin straight ta the emergency room. I watched as they took Sarah out the back of the ambulance and inta the hospital. I dropped ma head and began to pray ma hardest fa ma baybeh.

Please let ma baybeh be okay.

As the stretcher pass me, I took a glance at Sarah and honestly wish I hadn't. I felt sick ta ma fuckin stomach seein ha like dat.

"Sir, you have to sit down." A nurse said.

"I can't, man. Did you not see how ma fuckin wife looked?" I said, roughly wipin ma tears. "You think a nigga can sit and be calm wit his lady lookin like a fuckin corpse? Nah, I ain sittin shit."

"I understand–"

"I'm tied of niggas talm bout y'all undastand. No y'all fuckin don't. Dats ma fuckin wife back thea. Probably fightin fa ha life. Fuck out ma face befo you start fightin fa yo shit too." I said, muggin the fuck outta ha.

"Excuse you?" She frowned, takin a step back ta look me up and down. "Little boy, you better watch yo mouth talking to an elder like that. You must've lost ya mother loving mind."

I roll ma eyes at dis old bitch. "Yo lady unless you got an update on ma wife, please fuck out ma fuckin face."

She walked away mumbling shit unda ha hit ass breath.

I stayed pacin the floor, watchin family afta family come in fa the small injures they had. I watched nurses and doctors assist the patients that came in. I finally sat down, with ma head in ma hands.

I didn't know how I would react if I lost Sarah. It ain been a year since I've known ha, but in the amount of time that I did get ta know ha, I know I don't eva wanna leave ha.

Afta another hour, all the patients inna waitin room had left and it was just me. I stood up and walked ta the window whea the nurse was.

"Hey, uh, I needa update on Sarah Marshall. She came in bout three hours ago and I still ain get no word back on ha." I said, bitin ma bottom lip.

The nurse looked up at me and nodded. She began ta type onna computer, I guess searchin up Sarah's name.

"Right now, it's saying she's in surgery. I can go check with the doctors so see if there's any updates on her." She said.

"Please and thank you." I said, scratchin ma head.

She nodded and left. I bit ma lip, lookin up at the ceilin.

Man, I'm stressin fa nothin. I know Sarah, I know ha, she good. Ima have ya send ha dumbass back hea fa makin me go through this shit.

FUUUUCK!

This shit crazy. I don't know why boy actin like this okay. First, he talkin to ha crazy, then he puttin hand on ha, next he sendin ha to hospitals and shit. I gotta see him. This nigga can't keep doin this shit and not expectin ta see ma ass.

"Sir," I looked ova ta window as a doctor motioned me ova ta him.

"You're the one who needed an update on Sarah Marshall?

I nodded. Yeah. I'm ha man. Is she good? She okay?"

"She fine. She's been out of surgery for about 10 minutes and we have her in the room resting until she wakes up. She did suffer a few broken ribs and a concussion due to the impact of the car hitting her." He said, makin me close ma eyes fa a second.

Nah, man. That nigga Peter gotta catch this fade.

"I also have a question about her. I went and checked her vitals and her blood pressure seems to be a bit high for her age and her heart rate is low. Has she had any of these problems before?" He asked.

"She has. I don't know if what I'm bout ta tell you is useful information, but she has anxiety." I shrugged, feelin bad fa not knowin shit bout what he sayin.

"Okay, well–"

"Whea is ma baybeh? Is she aight?" I turn ma head ta see Sarah's mom walkin through the do'.