ZAIRE’s eyebrow cocked as the female brought up his father, causing him to clear his throat before he ran his tongue over his bottom lip slowly. For her to even insinuate that he was going to end up like his parents — got under his skin more than he expected. His nostrils flared as he forced a smile then he let out a low chuckle. “I’m not gon’ end up like my pops, aight? I can fuckin’ control myself. I had a weak moment, just one.” He sneered as he stared the girl in her eyes. One thing that pissed ZAIRE off more than anything was people thinking they knew about him and his strength when it came to his problem. “I don’t need rehab, I don’t need help, I need people to stay the fuck outta my business!” The male didn’t even release his voice had risen until he felt eyes on him. Clenching his jaw tightly, he looks down at the jewelry that was on his fingers. “When I say I’m okay.... I’m okay. I know you wanna help me and all but some shit I gotta’ deal wit’ on my own.” ZAIRE felt terrible for raising his voice at her and being harsh, but the male had a history of having a terrible temper and once something rubbed him the wrong way — there was nothing that could stop his tongue. He remained silent as his best friend went over this situation that happened at the hospital, letting out a chuckle before he tilted his head back and let out a laugh. “Y’all women be sum’ else, man. Sum’ else.” He had most definitely heard AYLA’s side of the story and BRYLEIGH’s lined up except for one minor detail. “I ain’t takin’ sides. Just next time, don’t call what me and her got little. And definitely don’t question her love for me. But reluctantly, she forgot to leave out that little remark she made about our friendship, huh..” He mumbled to himself before he brought his hand up to his neck, rubbing it as he looked at the table. “Quit apologizin’.” He stated before his words got cut off completely by a guard warning the visitors that they only have 5 minutes left. Sucking his teeth, he looked at BRYLEIGH and sighed. “I’ma be back Thursday, aight?” The male got up from the table and watched a guard come up to the table to escort her out of the room. The visual of her leaving was painful to watch but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. The male took his time leaving due to the fact that he didn’t want to leave her in a cold jail cell by herself but he knew that ultimately, she’d be coming home soon.

      As he sat in the seat, he looked down at his feet before the lady behind the desk called out for him. ZAIRE’s head popped up and he furrowed his eyebrows together before he got up from his seat to walk over to the reception desk. “Sign this then you can go to the visitation room and wait for her to come out.” She stated as she turned the clipboard with a list of names attached to it and a pen to it. Picking up the pen, the male picked up pen and wrote his name down along with who he was visiting before he made his way into the visitation room. As his eyes scanned the room, he forced a smile on his face before he sat down at one of the tables. It had been awhile since he’d step foot in a police station and the place honestly brought back memories he didn’t even want to remember. Although he wanted to check up on his best friend, he wanted to get out of the police station as soon as possible. The male absentmindedly tapped on the cold table as he twisted his lips off to the side, looking around the room before his eyes fell on BRYLEIGH and he rose to his feet. A look of concern washed over his face as he looked at the female in shackles in front of him. Pressing his lips together, he tried his hardest not to look upset so she wouldn’t more upset than she already was. “Whew, orange is not yo’ color, shawty.” He said with a nervous chuckle before swallowing hard as he watched the tears roll down her face. “What you mean what am I doin’ here? I came to see you and see what the fuck you in here for.” ZAIRE stated with a sigh before he sat down. He knew one of the rules when visiting was that the visitors couldn’t touch inmates so he placed his hands in his lap before he placed his attention fully on her. “What happened, Bry?” 

        After his incident, ZAIRE didn’t want to seen out in the open much so he decided to lay low for awhile but once he was notified that his best friend was in jail, he knew that he had to go see about @brylcigh. Pressing his lips together, he slid his hoodie off his head before he opened the door of his car to get out the car. “Here we go.” The tattooed covered male mumbled to himself before he walked up to the door of the police station then opened the door. ZAIRE avoided the stares he got as he made his way over to the reception desk. “Uh, I’m here to see Bryleigh Vargas.” He sajd to the female officer behind the reception desk. As she looks the tall male over, she sighed before she placed the pen she was using down and looked at him. “Wait a moment, please.” Nodding his head, he turned around and sits down in one of the open seat.

        ZAIRE eyes followed the female as she made her way over to him. He couldn’t even registered his feelings for her at the moment before she came over to him and he exhaled through his mouth. The last few days between him and AYLA had been nothing but back to back pointless arguments and honestly, he was drained. “Didn’t you say I was weak? Why you here?” He snapped as he moved his head away from her, looking down at the water bottle then her face again. The male genuinely didn’t understand how she could just act as if nothing happened between them before this incident. “What the fuck are you here for?” He gritted out his teeth as he looked in her direction with pure frustration and anger in his eyes. “You can leave too, I’m good. All I need is my phone so I can message Kieran or Xae.” 

        Shifting in his sleep, ZAIRE found himself trying to reach up and rubbed his eyes but he realized that he’s restricted from moving his arm too far upward. The male didn’t know where he was or how he even got there, but to see two of the most important women in his life get into what it seemed like to be an argument in front of him only made things worse. “What the fuck?” He furrowed his eyebrows as he spots the IV’s that are in his arms then he looks at the two girls that we’re inches away from each other. Exhaling through his nostril, his mind went back to the last few hours he remembered before he performed, causing him to immediately grow irritated and slightly angry. “Can y’all both pipe the fuck down...” He said before he turns over on his side then he slowly pushed himself up on the bed. “I’m alright.” His words carried off before he felt himself getting nauseous then he placed his head back against the pillow. 

        As the male lays on the stretcher, his body jerks as the EMT’s try to hold his body down. “Okay, okay!” The female EMT places his head against the soft pillow before she looked down at his face to see foam bubbling up at his lips and his eyes rolling into the back of his head. She makes a circle motion with her hand to insinuate that they need to hurry up and get him to a hospital then she turns him over on his side before she sees the brunette female beside the stretcher. Her eyebrow raises as the larger EMT tries to remove her from the side of him, the girls reaction surprising her. She could tell that the female had a deep connection to the male so she presses her hand against the other EMT’s arm. “Let her come.” She mumbles as the lift the male onto the back of truck then they close the doors behind them. The woman sits down across from Ayla then she watches the medics put an oxygen mask on him before she turns her attention back to her. “You have any idea what caused this, ma’am?”

The people who I wanna see would be last on the damn set list. I’ma just wander around until the interestin’ people come on.