"Pharaoh please calm down." I doubled over and held my stomach. I rocked back in forth with my heart in my throat and my body shaking with anger and confusion. Why the al happened was oblivious to me and I simply could not grasp it. Why won't Pharaoh stop yelling and making matters worse? The brightness of the hallway contradicted how everyone was feeling right now and made me more sick. I leaned over and heaved forwards and my breathing stopped for a minute to the chunky orange and reddish colored vomit could escape my mouth. Everyone else in the hall, the patients, visitors, doctors and nurses looked at me and soon they understood by the tears on my face and Pharaoh's yelling that it something was going on.
A nurse walked over to me and escorted me to the bathroom but I reached out to Pharaoh to grab his hand and was pulled in the direction of the bathroom. The next thing I knew, I was staring at a toilet bowl and soon I began vomiting again. The nurse rubbed my back and tried to sooth me but she's treating me like she doesn't understand what happened a half an hour ago. The new life he has to start and why this is making me so sick.
I wiped my mouth with a tissue and then went to the sink and cleaned myself up as quick as possible. My stomach was still in a not and I had that nasty burning feeling in my throat after you just throw up and it hurt even more. I opened the bathroom door and staggered out into the hallway and searched for Pharaoh.
I saw him being carried away by the hospitals security guards, at least 3 of them were holding himand they called another one to help pick him up because he was swinging his arms wildly and trying to get at Tiffany's father, Mr. Robinson.
"No! Let me go!" Pharaoh yelled and kicked at the guards and I begged him to calm down but it's like he wasn't hearing me.
I looked towards where Mr. Robinson was standing, firm and tall like this didn't effect him but he had teary eyes. Tiffany's mother couldn't take all of the pressure building up on her chest and soon passed out after her breathing became irregular.
"I turned my face and walked back to the visitors area outside of the delivery area. I opened the door where the air in the room was still. I looked agt Tiara siting in the corner. Her elbows on her knees as she sat forward and no expression on her face. Her blond and brown curls were cascading down and the eyeliner she struggled to put on was leaking and dropped on her pants leg. The ballons that she had brought were floating around the room after she had let them go and her hands were clasped together as if she was praying.
Next to her was Amir, who was siting with his head back and his hands over his face. No movement other than his breathing. I was surprised he came and with a gift basket too. Ready to give it to Tiffany for the baby but that won't be needed.
Candy and Justin were here and Justin was holding onto her as she still cried, quietly to herself as she repeated no over and over again. Renee was siting down with her hands in her pockets and tear stains on her face, staring across the room blankly and just as shocked as everyone else but never was able to utter a word.
My mother was rubbing Cleo's back as Cleo cried, she didn't even know what was going on but because everyone else cried, she cried too. Isis was siting next to Kia and they were both talking quietly and saying something that I couldn't really here. Pharaoh's dad was pacing around on one side of the room while his mom was drying her eyes every few seconds.
We all grieve in different ways. Some of us cry loudly and roll all over the floor and some of us wipe the one tear that falls and keeps their head up, only going home to break down by themselves. Some people don't even cry because to them this isn't happening. They're in a nother word and when they return reality hits them hard in the face where they can no longer avoid it.
Isaac, he couldn't even make it. He woke up feeling sick this morning and had a bad case of the runs and said he would visit the next day.
It's so horrible.....
