The Fall Of A Player. 17(Mature Readers Only!!)

Lillith standsp, sips her drink and startsout. "I guess what goes around comes around doesn't it," She doesn't smile or even look back. She takes a deep breath, and walks out.
"That's one cold bitch..." Gerry looks at her as he kneels down to help The Player up. The Player is unconcisou, to the common eye, but he can still hear. He listens, against his own wishes, as Gerry carries him outside and Helena starts to rant in sadness, angry at him, angry at Gerry, angry at Lillith. Just angry in general. The Player listens as Gerry tells her to go to the bathroom and calm down while the ambulance gets here, he'll stay with The Player.
"I know what you done man. I heard what Tessa was yelling at you, I know you wasn't haven't no liquor that night cause I seen you drunk plenty of times.I know why you was keepin it a secret from me dog. We suppose ta be boys, but playin Ashanti like that and Tessa, and shit man for all I know who else? How many girls you tryin to keep for you man? One aint enough, maybe you aint think about their hearts, maybe you jus...fuck..I'm sorry, your in a bad situation yo, I hope you make it, fuck is happenin to you anyways," Gerry looks up and the amblance is coming. Behind him Helena is staring at him...her eyes are dry and she doesn't know what to say.
"So the bathroom wasn't really where I wanted to be, but I really came back at the right time," She stares at him as the EMT's come out of the ambulance and they rush to The Player who still can't move his body or explain whats wrong with him, he feels a strange numbness more then pain. Gerry gets in with him to ride to the hospital but Helena doesn't. The EMT's give him something and he fades out completely.
His eyes peek open...
IN a chair next to his hospital bed he sees Ashanti sleeping with her head on top of her hands and resting them on the corner of his bed by his head. Gerry is by the window watching TV and a Redbull with a note from Turk and Chino is on the table next to him. A swisscake roll and a honey bun are next to the RedBull, they have the name Serge written on them.
Gerry turns over to see him.
"Morning," His mind is tired and the recent information its crammed with the incident has made it work very slowly.
"You mean afternoon," Gerry walks over to him. "Look man, we're friends, whatever you did in the past is your past. Just, don't feel you gotta hide shit from me, I know you probably don't know what I'm talkin about, but from now on just remember that. Don't ask why, just remember alright," Gerry stands up and walks over to him, Ashanti yawns, Gerry hands him a banana, "Something healthy amongst your many gifts."
Ashanti, "It's good you woke up hun. I thought for sure you'd become Rip Van Winkle on me," She kisses his forehead.
"Rip Van Winkle?" He looks at her and smiles, he looks at Gerry and grabs the banana, "Thanks man, I'll remeber. Your a good friend. I should tell you that, if I got anything its good friends."
"Am I just a friend now?" Ashanti looks at him rubbing back his hair, he's got needles sticking out of his arms and he's too weak to move much, so he stops trying after awhile.
"What do you wanna be?" He smiles at her, thinking only on the sight of her sleeping next to him when he woke up in a hospital bed, no other thoughts in his head.
"A ballerina," She smiles and kisses his lips. I have to get home, I fell asleep. I'll be back tomorrow."
Ashanti stands up and Gerry walks her to the door. "Leaving already guys?" He looks at them.
"We've been coming and going at the same time for the last two days, why do you think you actually got presents from them cats. They were starting to think you weren't gonna get up, and seriously, you should talk to them. They found out what it was and seemed a little bit on the overreacting side. Left you a note on the table, I'd wait to read it until your feeling stronger, I'll be back after I drop Ashanti off," Gerry talks to him while Ashanti gives him a light hug and heads out down the hallway.
"Letter?" He looks at Gerry.
"Peace man," Gerry heads down the hallway.
"Peace," The Player tries to wave but can't so he nods his head.
After only a few minutes he manages to get his hand to the letter. He can't open it though. A nurse comes in and he asks for her help. She opens the letter and puts it in his hands smiling. He smiles back and watches her walk out, then shakes his head. 'Focus man, stop doing that,' He tells himself in his mind.
The letter reads...
--WE GOT THAT LITTLE PUNKS ADRESS AND WE'LL BE SENDING A FUCKING MESSAGE. IF YOUR READING THIS ITS GOOD TO KNOW OUR ALRIGHT MAN. DON'T WORRY ABOUT SHIT! THIS LITTLE MOFUCKA WANTS TO TRY AND FUCKIN POISON ARE BOY HOMIE-WE GOT THIS-
The Player responds with the most classic of one liners, "Fuck."
Whats In The Next One-->
The Reason He's In The Hospital, a few cops, Ashanti and Rosalie, and a few words from Helena, as if he hadn't heard enough. OH, and of course, what they did to the kid who shot him.