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heart start beating faster. It looked like her entire lower half had been dipped in ketchup. Blood completely soaked her inner thighs all the way down to her ankles.
“Damn damn damn. I gotta get you to a hospital! I’ma call the ambulance! Shit!”
    I looked at Angelique’s face and her eyes were closed.
“Angelique! Angelique! Angelique!” I shook her face frantically.
“Come on! Come on! Angelique come on wake up!”
    I put my face to her nose and I immediately reached for my cell phone in my back pocket to dialed 911. The monotone operator answered my call.
“911 what’s your emergency?”
“Yeah. I got a pregnant woman here and she’s lost a lot of blood and she’s unconscious!”
“What’s your exact location sir?”
“Ummm I, I mean we’re in the ladies rest room at the Crenshaw Mall! Hurry up and get here!”
“Has she been injured?”
“I don’t know, but she’s bleeding from her vaginal area!”
“Is she breathing normally?”
“She’s barely breathing. It’s…it’s real shallow!”
“Paramedics are being dispatched now sir, just stay where you are until they arrive.”
“Ok, but hurry the fuck up! She’s pregnant!”

Rushing
     
              Why does it always seem like you hit every fucking red light when you’re in a hurry? Why the hell do people drive like zombies when you’re trying to get somewhere fast? I swear every slow ass driver was on the road as I made my way to Cedars-Sinai hospital. The Range Rover didn’t miss a beat as I weaved through cars and sped off from red lights. My mind was racing as fast as the engine as I asked myself the same question over and over again… “Why the hell was she fighting?”
              I was going over the menu for dinner with Carmela when Sway called me and told me what had happened. I closed my mouth and opened my eyes wide as he filled me in on the bathroom battle. My heart stopped beating in my chest when he told me Angelique was being put into an ambulance. He tried to explain the details, but all I needed to hear was the word ambulance and seconds later I was in my truck peeling out the circular driveway almost hitting my fountain in the process. However, I did manage to find out what hospital she was being taken to, and that’s where I was headed. The only thing standing in my way was these slow ass Sunday drivers!
              My right hand gripped the steering wheel tightly as I thought about Dallas. I made it a point all throughout my life to never ever hit a woman, but this broad was pushing it. I swear if anything happened to Angelique or my baby I would make her regret the day she was born!
              Finally after what seemed like a year I whipped into a parking spot reserved for patient visitors, jumped out of the Range and ran inside. I was in such a rush to leave the house-I didn’t put on a shirt, so I entered the crowded emergency room wearing dark blue jeans and a black wife beater.
“May I help you sir?”
    The attendant at the high front desk looked up from her paperwork with a pleasant face.
“Yeah, do you have a patient by the name of Angelique Dupree here? She came in an ambulance. She’s pregnant.”
    The lady grabbed a chart on her left and scanned the page with her forefinger.
“Yes, yes, here she is, she’s just been admitted. What relation are you?”
“I’m her boyfriend.”
    There goes that word again ‘boyfriend’. It just didn’t seem to fit.
“Ok, I’ll need your ID please.”
    I gave her my driver’s license and tapped the counter impatiently.
“Is she ok? I mean how’s she doin’? Is the baby ok?”
“The doctor will be able to tell you more once you’re back there.” She said with a sincere smile.
    She added my name to the visitors list and gave me back my driver’s license.
“Ok, so you’re going to head through the doors behind me. Turn right at the end of the hallway and go all the way down to the elevators. Go up to labor and delivery located on the fifth