Gangland.

Chapter 61 - "Are you ready?"

"Let me see." Tyler said.

Isaiah slowly took the towel off of his side. Already, the whole entire towel was filled with blood. Tyler's eyes widened as she looked at how deep it was. She placed on some rubber gloves and reached for it.

"Aye aye aye what you doin'?" Isaiah barked. "Don't touch i-"

"Shhh! You're gonna wake Kayson!" Tyler whispered, pointing at him. "And how am I gonna fix it if I can't touch it?"

"Just be careful!" Isaiah whispered at her in a loud tone.

Tyler placed her thumb on the wound, watching Isaiah jump and close his eyes. She felt around it, then took a deep breath. She pulled out the big giant cotton balls she had and started patting them with peroxide.

"Go place Kayson into the other room really quick."

Isaiah picked Kayson up and placed him into Aunt Shay's bed. He walked back into the room and sat down, watching Tyler hand him a clean white towel from the closet.

"Bite down on this." Tyler nodded. "It's gonna hurt....a lot..."

Isaiah wrapped the cloth around his mouth and placed his teeth on it. Tyler placed the cotton ball onto his wound and started to rub the top, watching Isaiah grunt and squint his eyes shut. He was already biting heavily down onto it. Tyler poured a lot onto her gloved hands and started rubbing it into the wound. Isaiah kept his eyes squinted shut as he groaned and shook his head, gripping onto his bed sheets in agonizing pain. Tyler watched a tear trail from his cheek as she pulled out the LMX cream and started rubbing it all over his wound. Once it was covered with the cream, Isaiah let out a deep breath and let his cloth drop as he glanced at his gash.

"Shit that hurt.." Isaiah sighed, keeping his eyes closed. "Fuck."

"We gone give that 10 minutes to sit and then I'll start the sewing." Tyler nodded. "You won't feel a thing."

10 minutes later, Tyler placed some thread into the hole of her needle and started sewing his wound in slowly. She couldn't do it too quick because she had to make sure that the cut could close as much as it could. As Tyler got to the midway point around 15 minutes later, she looked up at Isaiah in a curious form.

"Did you really mean what you said in the car?" Tyler asked.

"That I needed to be stitched up? Yes." Isaiah scoffed. "This shit is painful but it'll be worth it...."

"No not that." Tyler said as she finished sewing. "I mean, what you said after you thanked me for getting the stuff."

Isaiah had no clue what she was talking about. Of course, this was because of the fact that he was talking so fast that he didn't even realize what he told her.

"Wait a minute, I'm lost." Isaiah said in a confused tone. "What I say?"

Tyler looked up at him for a while, then continued to sew him up.

"Nothing."

After spending almost 40 minutes sewing up Isaiah's side, Tyler was all finished. She placed small white waterproof bandages over his wound so that he didn't have to remove them when he took a shower. She wanted to stay, but she had to get back home to her mother. So once Tyler was done, she gave Isaiah a kiss and headed out the door.

Meanwhile, Aunt Shay's stints in her heart was unclogged by the doctors. She decided not to tell the boys that her surgery was finished because she wanted to get complete rest. On the other hand, one person was still waiting in the waiting room. Damon. When the doctors let him in, he walked in with a depressed look on his face. He was still limping a little from the incident with Isaiah and his.....balls......ahaha. Sorry. Anyway, he sat beside her bed and bowed his head. Aunt Shay gave him a weird look, wondering what was wrong.

"What's the matter, Damon?" Aunt Shay asked.

Damon sniffed as he kept his face covered, then shook his head.

"They won't let me do it." Damon mumbled. "They won't let me donate my heart."

Aunt Shay scrunched her eyebrows at him, giving him a lost look.

"W-why?" Aunt Shay stuttered.

"Because doctors can't do anything that'll take a persons life on contact." Damon sighed. "It's against the law....."

Aunt Shay turned her head and placed it back into her pillow. Her eyes filled with tears as she came to the fact that she was getting closer and closer to death. And now that no one living could give her a donation, the only thing that could happen was a donation from a person that was dying and had consent from the family. And as easy as that sounded, it wasn't. It wasn't easy at all. Asking a family after the death of a loved one could she have their heart would only raise suspicion. When the doctor allowed her to go home the next morning, Aunt Shay didn't have any emotion. She was distraught. When Noah picked her up, Isaiah's face lit up from the fact that he hadn't seen his mother in almost 2 weeks.

"Hey ma!" Isaiah cheered.

Aunt Shay didn't say anything. She got into the passenger seat and glared out of the window, crying silently so that the boys wouldn't see her. Noah leaned forward and glanced at her from the drivers seat, wondering what was wrong.

"Are you okay, ma?" Noah asked in a concerned tone.

Isaiah leaned forward and started rubbing her shoulders. Aunt Shay shook her head, not able to talk.

"Damon can't give me a heart transplant........." Aunt Shay sniffed. "I can't get a heart transplant from ANYONE unless they're close to me, they're dying, and our family consents it."

Both Isaiah and Noah froze. Aunt Shay shook her head faster, wiping her tears with the napkins inside of the car.

"Just take me home...." She sniffed. "I don't wanna be here no more.."

Doing as his mother asked, Noah drove all of them home. The second they got there, Aunt Shay said that she wanted to be alone for the whole day. She didn't want anyone bothering her, she didn't want anyone trying to comfort her, she just wanted to be by herself. When I got home from class, I noticed that the boys were asking her if she wanted something to eat or something to drink. She refused. In fact, me and the twins checked in on her repeatedly. She didn't want anything for the whole entire day. 

Towards midnight, everyone started making their way to bed. But not Isaiah. He was plotting to do one thing.

Find a family member to murder.

Isaiah knew that this was very dirty and wrong, but he was willing to do to any measure to save his mother. If he lost her, he would lose his last ounce of sanity. He cut on his lamp and took out a large box that was filled with multiple family members. He glanced at a picture of Noah and quickly put him to the side. He wasn't going to murder his brother. He looked at a picture of me and paused. He lifted it up and placed it to the side, not wanting to kill me either. Afterwards, he started placing out pictures of second and third cousins. Isaiah sifted through and tried to figure out what who he wanted to take out.

And this decision, wasn't going to be made overnight.

The next day made it a week closer to Noah's destination week. Early in the morning, Noah met up with his counselor at the same college that didn't have any classes today. He watched as his counselor set up his classes. But for the whole entire time, Noah couldn't stop thinking about his mother. He sat off to the side for 20 minutes, clenching his jaw to avoid breaking down in front of him. Once the counselor submitted his classes, he smiled at Noah and asked him the damning question.

"Are you ready to leave in a week?" The counselor smiled.

Tears shot down Noah's eyes. He quickly shut them and placed his hands on his side, shaking his head and wiping his eyes.

"Are you okay?" The counselor asked.

"I-I'm sorry. I was just......" Noah sniffed. "I'm fine....."

The counselor gave him a heartfelt look, then sighed again.

"Are you sure that you're ready, Noah?"

Noah glanced up at him and took a deep breath.

"Yes." Noah sighed. "I'm ready."