Feelings

Destiny Summers' P.O.V.

We've been sitting in this cold, sterile hospital waiting room for the past two hours. The air is thick with silence, only occasionally broken by the faint sound of a distant intercom or the hurried footsteps of doctors and nurses rushing down the halls.

Kayla was in a bad car accident. It wasn't even her fault. She was driving through a green light when a drunk driver ran a red and slammed into the left side of her car. By the time the paramedics arrived, she was already unconscious at the wheel. That was all we knew. No updates. No reassurance. Just silence.

Everyone was on edge, but Chris... Chris was barely even here. He hadn't said a single word since we arrived. He sat motionless in his chair, staring blankly at the floor, lost in whatever thoughts were eating him alive. Maybe it was shock, or maybe it was guilt—I couldn't tell. Either way, it was unsettling.

And honestly? We all felt guilty. Me, August, Nia, Ty. Kayla had been avoiding us for weeks, refusing to speak to us after what happened. And now, she was lying in a hospital bed, fighting for her life. If something happened to her—God forbid—we'd have to live with the fact that we weren't even on good terms before it all went down.

I just want my sister back.

I just want her to be okay.

Nia Johnson's P.O.V.

"If it's not one thing, it's another," I muttered under my breath, breaking the heavy silence.

The last few months had been hell. It felt like every time we caught a break, something else crashed down on us. One bad thing after another, like a never-ending cycle of bullshit.

And now this?

Two hours ago, we were turning up at a party, vibing, laughing, having fun—then BAM. Just like that, Kayla was in a hospital bed, fighting for her life.

And the worst part? I don't even know where we stand. I don't know if she still considers me a friend after everything that happened.

But friendship or not, I need her to pull through. Baby Kay has to be alright.

Kimberly Greene's P.O.V.

My daughter has been through so much in her life. More than any girl her age should ever have to endure.

First, the abuse from that monster she called her ex-boyfriend back in Virginia. That was why we moved—so she could escape. Then, almost being assaulted at a party not too long ago. And now, this. A car accident that could've been fatal.

How much more can she take?

How much more can I take?

I just need my baby girl to wake up. To fight. To pull through like she always does.

I can't lose her. I won't.

Michael Stevenson's P.O.V.

Man, this shit is crazy.

I never thought something like this would happen to one of my own people. We always hear about stuff like this happening, but it's different when it hits home.

Drunk driving ain't no joke. Someone's whole life can change in seconds.

And now, Kayla's the one paying the price for somebody else's dumbass decision.

I feel so bad, bro. You don't even understand.

Kayla Kay, you gotta pull through, man. We need you.

August Alsina's P.O.V.

Ain't no words to describe how heavy the room feel right now. Ain't no words to describe how we feel inside.

Especially the girls. I never seen them like this before, all quiet, all lost in they own heads. Even Chris—bruh look like he in another world. I can't even tell him shit right now.

This shit don't feel real.

Lil sis, you gotta make it. You just gotta.

Chris Brown's P.O.V.

Shock. Guilt. Regret.

That's all I feel. That's all I can feel.

I'm shocked that my baby girl—my Kayla—got into a car accident. If I could switch places with her right now, I swear to God, I would. In a heartbeat.

I feel guilty because while she was getting hit, while she was lying there unconscious, I was upstairs in some random room, fucking my ex.

And regret? I regret everything.

I wasn't thinking about Kayla's feelings when I let temptation win. I wasn't thinking about her at all.

Now, she's in a hospital bed, and I don't even know if I'll get the chance to tell her how sorry I am.

I need her to be okay. I need her to wake up.

Because if she doesn't... I don't know how I'm gonna live with myself.