Daddy's Point of View

I rushed through traffic on my way to the hospital. Once inside I ran to the receptionist desk.

"Can you tell me what room Camilla Frazier is in??" I asked the chick sitting behind the desk. "And you are, Sir" she asked while flipping through a guest book.

"I'm her.. uncle." I lied to the nurse. I just needed to get back there to be wit my baby and our babies. "Alright sir, sign here and head straight back to the elevators. Her room is number 224 on the second floor." I signed and jogged to the elevator, pressing the button as fast as I could. Once it arrived I ran down the hall and into her room.

Tears fell from my eyes once I saw my babygirl. Her head was bandaged, she lay there with her eyes shut and iv's running through her arms. "Camilla, baby can you hear me?" I sat beside her bed, holding her hand as the machine beeped alongside her heart. No response came from her lips.

"They told me you were screamin for me, I'm here now baby. I'm here and I promise I ain't goin nowhere." I broke down and sobbed into my shirt. I had to have her back, I still had so much to give her. A doctor came in shortly after I got there.

"So Mister Banks you're Miss Frazier's uncle? And where are the young lady's parents at this time?" The doctor looked up at me. This was bout to turn into a bunch of bullshit..

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Camilla's Point of View

It was cold, the room was white and I didn't know where I was. Trying to sit up was the worst thing I could've done. "Ahh!" I screamed in pain as I lay back down. I could hear people arguing just outside the door before somebody came rushing in.

"Sir if you're not an immediate relative to the patient I have to ask you to leave." The nurse said to Furious.

"Daddy!" I croaked with a dry throat, trying to sit up again. He looked tired, stressed as he made his way to my side. "Please let him stay?" I began to cry. If it was one thing I needed right now it was my daddy. She sighed, "Fine, but it's my responsibility to notify your parents of your being here." With that she turned and left us alone.

"Baby I'm so sorry I wasn't there wit you." Daddy cried into my chest. None of this was his fault. I had to tell him everything, no longer could I live like this. If I lost my babies or my life to Quincy, he would never forgive himself. I began to speak just as the nurse returned.

"I assume you're the father?" She looked over at daddy. He nodded proudly, "Yes, I am. Are my babies okay?" I looked to her for an answer. I had been out for hours, how could I forget my babies. My hands immediately went to my bump. "Once we were able to stabilize Miss Frazier's blood levels and heart rate, we did an ultrasound. Your twins are just fine." We breathed a sigh of relief.

She told me I would probably be kept overnight and that my parents would be on their way. I shooed her away and made daddy get into the hospital bed with me, even though he didn't want to risk hurting me. I just needed to be close to him, and know that he'll love me despite the fucked up shit I was about to have to tell him.

Lord, please give me the strength.