Something New (Saweetie/You)

Part XXX

CJ's POV
"YEAAAAAA!"

Ok maybe I was too lit but you have to be a supportive friend right? So, I supportively downed 8 shots of my bro's cognac. Shit's divine.

Wait.... where's my bro?

My intoxication is automatically driven out and replaced with fear and defense, especially realizing she's been gone for an extended amount of time. I immediately began to ask around for her whereabouts but no one knew anything. Then I remembered she went to the bathroom.

Quickly, I started pushing people out of the way not caring as I was on the search. I then turned the corner where the women's and men's bathrooms were and entered the room. It was no one in the main part by the sinks. Then I see shoes at the handicapped stall on the end. They kind of looked like the ones Y/n had on. Wait...

I scurried to that stall and to my horror, Y/n was laid out on the toilet seat with her pants halfway done. I hurried to her side trying to check for a pulse. Thankfully, it was one and I immediately started to wake her up.

"Y/n? Y/n come on now, stop playing with me, man!" I started to tear up as I kept slapping her face lightly while shaking her. She then started to open her eyes but she was still not able to collect her thoughts.

Then, I started to hear her whisper something but I couldn't catch on immediately. "D- di"

"What, bro?"

"Di, I- want... di." And then her eyes drifted shut. I then fixed her pants before picking her up and screaming for someone to help us. At first, it was to no avail so I ran outside to the bouncer to ask him to call an ambulance. Before I could, a girl with an attitude tried to cut pass.

"Excuse me but I'm trying to get in"

"Aye, man can you call the ambul-..." I tell the bouncer but was cut off by the annoying girl.

"White boy, I was try-..."

"BITCH I AINT GOT TIME. NOW STEP THE FUCK OUT THE WAY!" I never called a woman out of name but now was not the time. The bouncer then got his phone out to call the ambulance while I was trying to keep Y/n awake. "Please Y/n, stay with me. I got you bro." Then, I noticed the door swing open as Demar came out running during his performance.

"Bruh What happened?" He asked as he was shocked and confused.

"I found Y/n unresponsive in the bathroom with her pants down and I need to get to a hospital."

"Come on, I'll take y'all. Fuck the performance." Immediately, we ran to his car and jumped in the back with Y/n before we sped out the parking lot en route to the nearest hospital.

After 10 minutes, we made it to the hospital due to him driving through lights and going 90 in a 45. I then picked her up and we ran to the front desk in the lobby of the hospital.

"Excuse me mam, my friend needs a doctor." The front desk lady then turned around with a nonchalant expression as she looked up at us.

"Well sir other people are here for the same reason." In frustration, I banged my fist on the counter making her jump.

"Mam, I don't put my hands on females but I'll choke the shit out of you. Now, my friend has been drugged and I need the next doctor in 5 fucking seconds." I warned as she paged the first person to come. Eventually, some of the nurses and doctors came wheeling in a stretcher for Y/n as I put her on it. I tried to stay with her, but they wouldn't let me back there.

I eventually found a seat trying to collect my thought before Demar came running into the lobby looking for me.

"Aye, what happened at the club?" He asked me concerned while taking a seat.

"I don't know really. I just know that she first told me she was going to the bathroom and after a while, she didn't come back. I went looking for her and found her in the bathroom and she was passed out with her pants undone." Immediately, Demar's expression changed.

"You don't think she got raped or nun?" I closed my eyes sighing as I didn't even put my mind on that possibly happening. I hope not but we don't know what happened. Then, I pulled out my phone because I needed to call some people.

"Aye, I got to call Mama Jones and Di because they need to know what's up."

Immediately, I called Mama Jones and she answered after the first ring. I updated her on the situation and she said she would be here as quickly as possible. Then I called Di and after several rings, it went to voicemail. I then kept trying because that's my bro's girl. And she's pregnant with their child.

Eventually, after the fifth time, the phone was answered but it wasn't Di but her Aunt Whitney.

"Hello? Who is this?" She asked me.

"Hey Whit, this is CJ. I got Di's number from Y/n but I need to let you know that Y/n is in the hospital."

"Wait what? When? What happened?"

"Look, I really want to tell you now but I need you to get Di and y'all need to be on the first flight out here. And please, try to keep her as calm as possible for the baby." I explained as Whitney agreed before ending the call to do what I said.

Ultimately, Mama Jones came running into the hospital with her pajamas and shoes. Her expression read fear and confusion as she found Me and Demar. I immediately got up hugging her tightly as she shed tears into my chest.

"CJ, what happened to my baby?" She asked referring to Y/n.

"Mama Jones, I don't know. I found her with her pants undone laid out in the bathroom stall. I tried to keep her awake but she's unresponsive so I'm just waiting on the doctor to get back."

Eventually, we all sat down to wait on an update on Y/n medical situation. An hour went by before a doctor came notifying us of her condition.

"Hello my name is Dr. Watts and I'm the one operating on Y/n." He introduced as he shook our hands.

"Is she going to be ok?" I asked immediately as his expression was unreadable.

"Well her vitals are good and she is breathing but we noticed that she had some drugs in her system." Drugs?

"Drugs? But she's never done anything but weed."

"Well after thorough evaluation, we found cocaine in her system. We didn't detect anything on her nostrils but it could've been consumed while drinking. But she needs to rest right now." He says as he continues to explain the situation before leaving.

Then we all sat down nervous about what could happen and why. I never knew Y/n to do heavy drugs especially cocaine. So, I don't believe that she didn't purposefully do them and the way she looked regarding her pants being down, someone has some involvement and I'm going to find out even if it requires me burning the city down to the ground.