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"I'm fine, trust bro," Namil said tiredly as he'd gently push the food away from him while he laid in the bed. "You can have it. Thanks though."
"You sure? I know it's been a few days since you got out the hospital and haven't eaten anything but cereal and noodles." Yara said. Namil only nodded. It was true, he was hungry but he didn't wanna make Yara worry too much or make her run around every time he wanted something.
Any other person probably would've taken advantage of the free hospitality they were being given and just run that person around until they weren't needed anymore. Namil was the complete opposite. He seemed to be okay with going hungry. He would just have to deal with the extra noise.
"You look stressed out," Namil began again, "what's the problem?"
"I was just thinking about like . . . listen I was scared." Yara answered. Namil sat up slowly, trying not to hurt himself as he did and put his arms around Yara, furrowing his eyebrows while he endured the pain in his shoulders and chest.
"What was you thinking about? You can't just leave me hanging like that—I start assuming the worst and shit." He said. "I'm an anxious ass nigga."
"Namil, I thought you was about to die." Yara said firmly. "I never been so scared in my life. If you knew how much I cried after I left the hospital, you'd call me a crybaby. When you woke up, I was so excited to see you and—"
The male kissed Yara on her cheek, making her pause in the middle of her sentence. Eventually it would turn into them making out shortly after. It didn't last very long though.
"Ain't nothing to worry about," Namil said after he'd pull away from the kiss, "it's all over now. You see me—I'm still alive. Yeah, I'm in pain but shit, imma heal soon."
"You not gone be able to perform or go out anywhere for a lil while now—isn't that a lil bothersome?" Yara asked. Namil just shrugged.
"Man, ion give a fuck about what the doctor said. Imma go outside and get my money. A couple bullet wounds ain't gone hold me down." The male paused for a moment, thinking about how his life flashed before his eyes. That odd, painful feeling of death that he experienced. Something he was so afraid of at one point.
𝟕.𝟏𝟐.𝟐𝟑—𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐃
Golden irises focused on the crossroad in front of them as their lids fluttered open. The male sat in the middle, cross legged and silent as his head would pan from left to right, glancing at his options. Namil always wondered what would happen after death. Would he make it to Heaven like his grandmother said he would? Would he go to Hell like he and his friends believed? Did those places even exist? So many questions swirled around in his mind as he stared into nothingness.
