“I’m straight, lil’ homie, how are you?” he managed a smile, his forehead beaded with sweat.
“I’m good.” He frowned, examining his crimson stained hand closely. “You sure you’re okay? You’re bleeding kind of bad.”
“Uh huh, this is just a paper cut.” He lied convincingly. With that, the little dude sat back in the seat.
“Son, that looks pretty bad, you don’t want me to take you to the hospital?”
“Nah, nah, nah.” He shook his head no. “Take me to my lady. I wanna be with her if this is to be my last night on earth.”
“Son, I really think you should…”
“Pop…please,” he eyes begged for him.
“Okay.” He reluctantly agreed.
Henry’s cellular rung and vibrated with a text message. He pulled it out of his pocket and looked at the screen. Moon, his oldest son’s name, was visible with the messag
