They shined the light on my body.
"Er ahm! It is broken. She's go'in to need a hospi-tal."
"We can't! She doesn't leave dis room!"
"She is goin to die ere if we don't get er to a docta. She 'asn't 'ad food nor wata since we brought 'er ere! I tink we should call Dah-key and see what ee says."
Darkie! Darshon! Even he wouldn't do this. He couldn't be that damn evil, I thought.
"We'll call im."
Somebody please help me. I was coughing so badly that I wore myself out and was on my way to sleep again when I heard yelling.
"It's those kids! And ders some men wit dem! We ave to get out of ere!"
"Do we take er wit' us?"
"We can't! Der is no time! Let's go!"
A few minutes later, the door flew open. I sat up and looked into the faces of the two little boys, an old lady in a straw hat and an old man chewing on the tip of a fat cigar. They stared at me with open mouths. I stared back. I heard voices and footsteps and looked beyond the people who had come to save me.
"Baby," was all Seven got out before he buried his face in my neck and cried. He took off his shirt and laid it over me then picked me up off the floor. "I'm so sorry, baby."
"Seven! Is she ..."
"She's in ere!" The old lady yelled.
I saw Major, Birdie, Shep, Six, Gucci, Teodore, The Grands and ...I mustered up a smile.
"I love you, Uncle Meestake,” I whispered right before I looked past him and into Darshon’s face, then passed out cold.
“Bari! Bari!” I tried to focus on Seven’s face. “She’s real hot, Birdie. I think she has a fever or something.”
"Seven, put her down, Son," Major said.
"No."
"Put her down! We don't know what damage there is!"
"I need a flashlight," Seven said.
Six took off his jacket and laid it on the ground. Seven laid me on it.
"Ere," said the old man, handing Seven his flashlight.
"She's bleeding!" Birdie informed him.
"I can't tell where she's bleeding from!" Seven yelled, moving the light up and down my body in a panic.
"Look at her arm!" Gucci cried.
Seven moved the light to my arm.
"Her arm is broken," Seven said, his voice cracking.
"Oh dear God," Birdie cried. "Her arm."
"Der is an ambulance on the way!" said a voice I didn't recognize.
I looked up at the shiny badge on his shirt. A policeman. He took out his own flashlight and shined it around the room.
"Sweet Jesus," he mumbled, as the light settled on my bathroom, and my rat scurried across the floor.
The littlest of the boys started to cry. The old lady ordered the oldest one to take his brother and go home. If they couldn't handle it, I knew I couldn't either.
"Her hand is cut," Six observed.
Seven shined the light on it.
"No, it's not. I don't know where the blood is coming from."
"Bari, now you quit playin' and gon' tell us where that blood is coming from!" Uncle Meestake roared.
"My head," I whispered.
Seven moved the light to my head, then handed the flashlight to Six. Seven parted my hair, then cursed loudly.
"Ooo did dis to you?" The officer asked sadly.
I closed my eyes and let my body have the sleep that it requested.
"The ambulance is ere!" Someone called out.
"Let them in!" Major yelled.
My eyes fluttered open. One of them bent down over me and was about to give me much needed oxygen. The other one was pulling out a blood pressure cuff.
"Don't touch her," Seven said.
"Son, let the people help her," Major told him. "She needs to go to the hospital."
"No. Ain't nobody taking her nowhere!" He said, wiping tears from his eyes.
Everybody started yelling at him at once.
"Stop it," I said. "He's scared."
"Now Seven, I know how you feel," Uncle Meestake reasoned. "But my niece needs help real bad, and you gon' have to let the people take her to the hospital so she can get better. If you don't, she gon' die." I didn't have to look at Uncle Meestake to know that he was in tears. "Now, y’all gon' and do what you got to do," he said to the E.M.T.s. "Everything sho' is gon' turn out alright, Seven."
He clapped Seven on his back.
"Nephew," Teodore began. "You can ride with her."
"No one can ride in de ambulance," one of the E.M.T.s informed him.
“I own de damn company, and if l say ee can ride, ee can ride!" Teodore roared loudly.
They bent down again. Seven glared at both of them. They didn't move.
"I'm ridin' though," Seven relented. "And if y’all so much as hit a bump, and it hurts her I’ll kill y’all asses."
"Seven!" Birdie yelled.
"Come on, son," Uncle Meestake said, pulling Seven to the side. "Let them fix my niece."
Seven's eyes never moved from mine.
"You ride too, Uncle Meestake," Seven said.
My uncle looked at Teodore, and he nodded.
"Bari, can you hear me, baby?" I looked up at Seven. "You're gonna be okay, Milkshake. I promise you."
"You just hang on in there now, Bari. Ya Uncle Meestake gon' be right here wit' cha."
"Bari? Baby, did you see what they looked like?" Seven asked.
Darshon’s face loomed in in my mind. I drifted off to sleep.
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