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That was a sure sign a nigga was fucked up.
    Jewel came with some bullshit answer. “Baby, don’t worry about all that. You’re alive, that’s all that matters.”
    “Yo, this me you talking to, Jewel. Don’t give a nigga the runaround. What’s the deal? Am I paralyzed or something?”
    “No, you’re not, but you’re gonna have to go through extensive rehab to learn to walk again.” Jewel dropped her head and began to cry.
    There was nothing I could say. So many emotions were hitting me at one time. I was so fucking vex that I let this nigga Calico take so much from me. I was hurt that Jewel had to see me go through this. I felt like shit because, at the time, a nigga was like a fucking baby. Somebody had to feed me, bathe me, change me, and I even had to learn to walk again. What good was I? I didn’t know if you could even consider somebody in that state as a man.
    “I’m gonna kill Calico,” I said, pure hate in my heart and eyes.
    Jewel tried her best to divert my anger to positive energy. “Baby, please don’t talk like that. Don’t even focus on him. Put your energy into your health. We just need to get you better.”
    “Matter of fact, why are you even here? I can’t do shit for you. If I can’t walk or even feed myself, I definitely can’t fuck you. Plus, we both know how you love money. If I can’t grind, the money will be gone soon, which means you’ll be out looking for the next cat. Ain’t no point in waiting. Just leave now. You ain’t gotta stick around because you feel sorry for me, or because you feel like it’s the right thing to do. Haul ass!”
    “Touch, why are you acting like that? I’ve been here by your side every day and night for an entire week while you lay here unconscious. I love you and I’m not giving up on you, no matter what!” Jewel cried.
    “Did you not hear me? Get the fuck out, Jewel!” I then began to yell for the nurse. “Nurse!”
    The nurse rushed in. “Yes, Mr. Davis?”
    “Could you have her leave?”
    “Mr. Davis, she’s been here by your side every day and night.”
    “So what? Are you gonna make her leave, or do I need to call security?”
    Misty hesitated before speaking. “I’m sorry, Jewel. I have to respect his wishes,” she said reluctantly. “I’m afraid I’m gonna have to ask you to leave.”
    “Misty, I’m not going anywhere. He’s just upset right now. This is a lot for him to handle.”
    “Jewel, if he calls security, you won’t ever be able to re-enter the facility.”
    With tears in her eyes and hurt written all over her face, Jewel gathered her things and headed toward the door. “I love you, Touch, and I refuse to give up on you, even if you give up on yourself. I’m standing by your side, no matter what.” Her words were followed by the sound of the door closing behind her.

    The next few weeks were filled with intense rehabilitation and constant questioning by detectives. At times, I didn’t know if the DTs were trying to find my shooter or get up in my business. On the real, this one detective was making me feel like I was the fucking criminal instead of the victim. They kept asking if I knew my shooter.
    Of course, I lied and said no. Shit like this had to be handled on the streets. There was no getting the cops involved. But they just weren’t happy when I told them I didn’t know my shooter. From there they tried to insinuate it was drug activity that provoked my shooter to come after me, like a drug deal gone bad or some shit. These niggas had to be crazy if they thought I would admit to something like that. Needless to say, after two or three of these bullshit interrogations, all contact was off when it came to the police.
    Jewel and I had made up. She didn’t give up on me. I swear, if she hadn’t done just like she promised and stayed by my side the entire way, I would have fucking lost it. In fact, she showed me more love than I’d ever expected. She’d shown me so much that I knew I had to give her