is
not dead. Those are fake sites publishing that shit. Stop
re-posting it! #negativity #SprintCenter
Bobby Mason: I heard it was some local
niggas that got popped #SprintCenter
4300Block Keyon: Oh snaps, GabbyTV wrote
a story on the #SprintCenter shooting! We're making national news.
Kansas City, we on! #global
Natasha YoloLife Anderson: I know one
thing. Since the show got canceled, I better get me a refund
#SprintCenter #NoGames #iWantMyMoneyBack
RealNiggas Stay Anonymous: Coras Bane got
shot. That’s what I heard.
Trillyoung Sav: No, it was his producer.
Coras or Gee got shot?! I immediately
put my phone to my ear to call Coras.
"Who are you calling?" Archie asked.
"There was a shooting at the Sprint Center,"
I said frantically. The call went to voicemail. I redialed. "I'm
trying to find out what happened."
"You’re calling Coras?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"I just told you why!"
Archie let out a hard sigh through his nose,
the same way a rodeo bull clears its airway in preparation for an
attack. But he didn't stop me from making my call. There was no way
he could have.
Monifa Chavis: I bet that'll be the last
time you kiss another bitch in the studio. Don't fuck with my
heart. #SprintCenter
Chapter 12
Andre "Coras Bane" McDougald
"Kirbie's on her way up here," I warned Ashleigh. We
were sitting in the waiting area of Truman Medical Center's ICU
wing. Ashleigh had a magazine in her lap, but she was flipping
through the pages too fast to actually read anything.
"Why are you telling me that?" she said with
an attitude.
"So you'll know. I don't want you to start
nothing with her."
"I don't understand why you even accepted her
call and told her Gee was up here. She doesn't deserve to be
here."
"Gee is her friend."
"If she was a friend, she wouldn't have
canceled on us like that. She should have been there."
"If she was there, it could have been her in
ICU instead of Gee."
Ashleigh shrugged one shoulder curtly and
started flipping through more pages as if she would've preferred
that alternative. This was one of the only times I wanted to smack
Ashleigh. Instead, I leaned back in my seat and loaded up The Site
on my phone. I began responding to comments people were making on
my page about Gee's welfare. People were showing him overwhelming
support. I responded to and Liked as many comments as I could
before I was interrupted.
"Hi, Coras," said Kirbie.
I looked up. My future wife had tears in her
eyes.
I quickly set my phone down and stood up and
hugged her. She threw her arms around my shoulders and cried into
my chest. She smelled like Mexican food. For some reason it was the
best scent ever.
"Is he gonna be okay?" she sobbed.
"I don't know, Kirbie. Doctors haven't come
out and told us anything yet."
"I'm so sorry, Coras."
"Nothing to be sorry about. This was my
fault."
I heard Ashleigh slam her magazine shut. I
turned my head and saw her giving me incredibly wide
why-are-you-still-holding-her eyes. I turned back into Kirbie's
embrace, and not until another long moment of consoling did I let
her go.
We settled into our chairs, Kirbie and
Ashleigh on either side of me. Ashleigh wrapped my arm within hers,
leaning me closer to her side.
"How long is she gonna be here?" Ashleigh
whispered to me.
"Probably until we find something out. Why
are you so worried about her?"
"We'll talk later," she said icily.
I was concerned. She couldn't have known
about the reason me and Monifa fell out, could she?
"No, let's talk now. Wussup, Ashleigh?"
"I don't want to discuss private matters in
public. Especially not in front of that ho because I might lose my
cool."
"I can hear you," Kirbie said suddenly. "Keep
them ho comments to yo'self."
Ashleigh leaned forward, peering around me at
her. "Ho, you need stay out of my conversation," she said, jabbing
her finger in Kirbie's direction. "And what are you even doing
here? I thought you quit."
Kirbie shot to her feet and so did Ashleigh.
I got