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floor. As soon as you get off the elevators make a left and give the nurses at the desk your girlfriend’s name.”
“Ok, thank you.”
“You’re welcome sir. God bless.”
    My palms were sweaty as I walked briskly down the long hallway. I was trying to stay positive, but it was hard because despite my best efforts I was thinking the worst. I couldn’t lose Angelique. I didn’t know what I would do if she or the baby didn’t make it.
              The elevator doors opened to the fifth floor and I walked out toward the labor and delivery help desk.
“Hey, I’m looking for Angelique Dupree. I was told she was admitted here.” I put both palms on the desk top.
    Again the female attendant scanned a piece of paper before she answered me.
“Yes sir. She’s in room 517. It’s down the hall around the corner.”
    I was grateful for the assistance, but no one was telling me anything about her condition. Walking to the room I felt nerves rumbling around in my stomach, making me feel like I had diarrhea. I opened the door to her room and took in the intense scene. I saw Angelique laying in a hospital bed with an IV running from her wrist and oxygen tubes in her nose. Three different machines clicked and beeped all around her. Sway was sitting quietly in a chair across the room. He looked up and came over to me giving me a customary pound laced with genuine concern.
“Wasup bro?” Sway embraced me.
“Thanks for callin’ me man. Good thing you were there cuz this shit coulda been worse. Aint no tellin’ how long she woulda been in there had you not shown up.”
    We stepped back and looked at Angelique who seemed like she was sleeping. Her body lay still except for the gentle rising and falling of her basketball shaped belly as she breathed slowly.
“Where the fuck the doctors at?” I asked angrily. Sway put his hand up to calm me down, “They were jus’ in here. They’ll be back in a minute.”
    I walked over to Angelique and stroked her forehead gently.
“What did they say? What’s wrong with her? Is the baby ok?”
“She’s still unconscious, but her breathing has returned to normal.”
    I leaned down and kissed her lips. She didn’t respond to my affection. I rested my hand on her stomach rubbing it up and down lightly. Just then the door opened up and our doctor came in.
“Hey Dr. Rosent. How is she? Please tell me what’s goin’ on.” I stepped toward her.
              She’d been Angelique’s doctor since the beginning of her pregnancy and we both felt comfortable with her. She was 42 years old and was one of the best Obstetrical Gynecologists in California. She had short black hair and wore bright colored eye shadow. Fire engine red lipstick adorned her thin lips. Under her bleach white Dr’s coat she sported a leopard print skirt coupled with a black tight fitting blouse. Despite her party appearance she was all business as she took charge.
“Hey Tyce. How are you sweetie?” She touched my arm.
“I’m alright, I’m jus’ worried about Angelique and the baby. Nobody is tellin’ me shit. Give me somethin’ to go on Dr. Rosent.”
“I understand. She suffered an injury to her abdomen which caused some heavy internal bleeding. Unfortunately she’s lost a great deal of blood and passed out from the blood loss. Right now she’s not unconscious, I gave her a mild sedative to ease her labor pains and stabilize her. The baby is doing fine and all the vitals are normal. However we’re going to have to do an emergency C-section because she is too weak to deliver naturally. “
    I read about C-section births in the baby books so I knew they were common and fairly routine.
“When are you doin’ the C-section?” I looked at her.
“We’re prepping the room now-so I would say within the next 15 minutes. I’ll have the nurse bring you some scrubs and a mask so that you can be in the room with her.”
“Ok, but Angelique is gonna be fine?” My face was plastered with worry.
    Dr. Rosent