November 22, 3:42am - Alley - South Bronx, New York"Yo dog. Where's your boy at?" says Eddy Curry to Bill Walker whom is on the phone
[...]"Dog!?" says Curry to Walker who isn't responding
"Man, you gotta chill. My boy said he'd be here." replies Walker
Walker begins messing with his phone, until a shady character walks up to the two
"Took you a while home boy" says Walker to the man as he greets him
"Sorry dog. I was doin' another deal ya heard? Life be hard on the grind. You got the shit?" says the man
"Yeah man. Here." says Walker as he hands him a stack of money.
"You got the goods?""Here you go man" says the dealer who hands Walker a bag of cocaine and two bags of marijuana.
[...]Eddy Curry takes the bag of weed and opens it to smell it, then has a puzzled look on his face. He then opens the bag of cocaine, sticks his finger in and puts some on his gums.
"What you tryin' to rip up off home boy?! This ain't the shit we asked for" says Curry who begins getting angry
"That's my high quality PRODUCT to get you HIGH homie." says the dealer
"Dog it's cool!" says Walker
"Nah man! You tryin' rip us off home boy, who the fuck do you think you are! This ain't that shit!" says Curry who advances on the dealer
"You don't know what I can do dog!" says the dealer who raises his fists
Curry continues his advance on the dealer and grabs him by the collar, lifting the 5"10' dealer off the ground. The dealer pulls out a knife and takes a jab with it at Curry whilst grabbing on to the drugs and taking them out of his hands. Curry's large frame falls to the ground as the dealer runs away. Walker firstly chases after the man for a few seconds until he realises him team mate is injured. Walker see's the blood on the ground and calls 911.
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November 22, 5:23am - Lincoln Hospital, Bronx, New YorkEddy Curry is in the emergency room as Bill Walker sits down with his hands over his face. Antonio Alianos Caldéron, Mike D'Antoni and Amar'e Stoudemire come rushing in the waiting room. Amar'e walks straight up to Walker and pushes his hands off his face.
"What are you doing boy? What the hell were you guys doing?!" says Amar'e to Walker
"Man.. nothing! Some dude, he just came out and stabbed him, probably a crack fiend man!" says Walker
"What WERE you guys doing in the South Bronx at this time?!" screams Caldéron
"I don't want either of you here again, we're going to find out what happened Bill, count on it!" says D'Antoni
"Man, I wake up at 4:30am to a call from Coach telling me Eddy's been stabbed and is in emergency in the Bronx, what the fuck went on?!" says Amar'e who's now pushing Bill Walker up against a wall and holding him from the collar just like Eddy did to the dealer.
"Yo I don't know man! Alright!" screams Walker
A doctor comes out with a clipboard and begins to read it to the men
"Um, excuse me. I'm Doctor Munez, Eddy is going to be fine. The knife hit his stomach, but didn't penetrate that far, if anything the wound will heal within the next 2 to 4 weeks. The knife only went a few centimeters in but luckily it hit nothing but flesh, no major arteries or anything of the sort. Your friend should be fine" says the doctor
The boys all have a sigh of relief on their face. Caldéron, Amar'e and D'Antoni all look at Walker. Amar'e walks off, angry. D'Antoni looks at Walker.
"Training's off today, I'm going to let the guys come see Eddy. I want you to stay here, that's the least you can do Bill." says D'Antoni who too walks off.
"Bill, I'm disappointed. I trusted you guys. What were you doing there? Because I know that neither of you have family in the Bronx, the South Bronx. I definitely know that neither of you should be in a back alley in the South Bronx at 3:30 in the morning. This can threaten your basketball career Bill, just think about that. For now, I'm putting you on injury reserve myself, Coach D'Antoni and I already talked about it. You're out until Eddy's back, or until we come to a conclusion on what happened. Say hello to Eddy for me alright? Take care Bill." says Caldéron who walks off.
"Fuck.. what am I gonna tell them?" says Bill Walker, who puts his hood over his head and his hands over his face in disbelief.