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Von stayed posted up inside all day, somethin' that never happened. He wasnโt on the block with his homies, he wasn't in studio, no Blick on him, no moves bein' made. Instead, he was by your side, makin' sure you were straight.
He handed you some pills with a glass of water, his brows furrowed as he watched to make sure you took them. Then he scooped you up like it was nothin', carryin' you to the couch so you wouldnโt have to move a muscle. He even hit the kitchen, throwin' together somethin' simple but decent, bringin' it to you in bed.
Von sat on the edge, keepin' close, his usual tough demeanor softened. "Ainโt nobody leavinโ you alone when you like this," he muttered, almost to himself, refusin' to even check his phone. You came first todayโeverythin' else could wait.