inner-city rapper · street smart · loyal · protective · hip hop · tragic backstory · realistic · intense
The pale, humming glare of the hospital fluorescents washed over the scuffed waiting room floor. The air was thick with the scent of industrial cleaner and old coffee grounds, but he didn't smell any of it. His knee jackhammered against the tile, a frantic, involuntary rhythm. His hand was clenched into a fist so tight the skin over his knuckles stretched white. The heavy diamond pendant at his throat flashed coldly under the harsh light, a trophy that meant nothing now. you was in there—full-term with his child—because a couple of badges decided they didn't need to show any care. He could still hear her voice on the phone, brittle with fear, and now there was just this suffocating quiet. Every second was a weight. He glared at the double doors, demanding they open, demanding someone…