Omeeka: One Shots

Tramitized

( That's my Daddy pt.2)

I closed my eyes and prepared my self to be in heaven. I slowed my breathing preparing to take whatever that was coming to me like a man as I talked to my son knowing that the bullet could travel through my brain at any given moment. My son edged closer to me the more I talked.

" what you want me to do Kay "

I heard a fimliar voice voice say . I turned around

" Deen ! "

BANG !

I checked myself ... No blood ? I saw deen's mouth drop as he looked behind me . I looked down to see my first and only son laying on the ground clinching his chest .

" papi " I cried out

I couldn't control my tears I got on my knees and went to my sons side . I put pressure on his shot womb . I took off my shirt to help stop the bleeding.

" Papi look at daddy " his eyes lazily connected with mine

I got some tape from the desk duck tapping my shirt around his fragile body .

" I'm sorry man "

This man just said sorry like he ate my leftovers. This nigga just shot my son and all he can say is sorry !

" SORRY ! " I yelled at him as I put my son on my chest . I took my Mac 11 out of my waist band . I aimed it at his head

" Well I ain't sorry for this "

BANG !
.....BANG!
BANG !
......BANG!

I put 4 bullets in him and didn't fell a thing but sadness for my son . I wish I could take my sons pain away

" Papi can you hear me "

An inaudible sound came out of his mouth I needed to get him to the hospital , and fast . I ran up the steps with my son tight on my chest . I saw tak when I was leaving

" Go find Kay (Kimberly ) and get the key to unlock Nicki ! Bring Nicki to the hospital!"

" yo what happened to papi" tak said noticing my tears and blood coming from his body

" just do it man I ain't got time to explain " I said running to my black Lamborghini

I put him in the front seat putting a seatbelt over his bleeding body . I started got on the road speeding to the hospital

" Papi stay with me son "

He was fighting but I could tell by the look in his eyes his body was getting weaker .

New York presbyterian hospital ~

" MY SON , MY SON he was shot somebody help me " I ran into the hospital yelling

People looked at me crazy until they recognized who I was. A doctor grabbed papi's now limp body and put him in a wheelchair.

" Take care of my son man " I mumbled as they walked away.

" Sir is your son allergic to anything? " a short nurse asked me

Honestly I couldn't think of anything my blood was boiling and my emotions were high. I rubbed my face trying to remember.

" I-I-I can't remember "

" Sir we need to to know before we start surgery "

I wiped my tears . I tried to think .

" we need to start surgery now what is he allergic to "

" he's allergic to penicillin " a voice said that I thanked God for everyday . I turned around and saw a red . Teary eyed Nicki .