ProTéGé

ProTéGé™--BIOGRAPHY
It’s funny sometimes how life can make us wake up and realize that our time here is limited and that we aren’t here to stay forever. ProTéGé--, born Rodney Lee Banks on June 23rd, 1984 in Las Vegas, Nevada had his wake up call on the day of July 24th 2002. Prior to this life changing date, ProTéGé-- was always into music heavily, rhyming along side his brother (Rob a.k.a. Kid Finesse) at the tender age of four, he always wanted to make a career out of it, but never took his gift serious until he was presented with the chance to do so through the words of a long-time friend Jeffery back in November 2001. Jeffery suggested that ProTéGé-- take his rhyming to the next level and get into an actual studio to record material with hip-hop producer Moe-Deal of ThirdLeGGg Productions. ProTéGé-- took this advice and began going to the studio to record material weekly and began to really enjoy his new path. Although he was into his music, many outside things such as (money problems, drama with enemies, stress, police, death, and the need to succeed) began to side track ProTéGé-- from his path. While still recording, ProTéGé-- began to slip off to the point where he would only get a chance to go to the studio once a week, and sometimes not at all due to his aforementioned trials and tribulations. Things changed however on July 24th, 2002 when ProTéGé-- awoke from his bed leaned over in pain. Hardly unable to walk, he thought nothing of this, and wrote it off as a minor issue of indigestion. Proceeding through his day, the pain in his stomach became worse, which eventually had him slowing his walk pace, and becoming weaker by the minute. Eventually he suggested to his brother, Rob, that he needed to go to a UMC Quick Care to receive treatment. Taking heed to his younger brother’s advice Rob took ProTéGé-- to UMC. Once at the UMC offices, ProTéGé-- sat in the waiting room for 45 minutes before receiving a call-back to go visit the doctor. Happy to be in the dr.’s office once his chance came, ProTéGé--, explained to the doctor what was going on, and how much the pain made him weak. The doctor (whose name we won’t mention but needs to be stripped of his medical license) wrote the extreme pain off as nothing more than constipation, and suggested medicine to correct the problem. Rob took ProTéGé-- to the store, got the medication, came home, and administered the treatment…….to no avail. The medicine the “doctor” prescribed didn’t help at all, in fact it made the pain worse, because shortly after ProTéGé-- took it, his already hurt stomach went through more excruciating pain as the medicine found it’s way out of his stomach, and back out through his mouth. Hovering over a toilet, ProTéGé-- began to vomit numerous times, to the point the could barely stand. ProTéGé-- suggested to his family, that he just wanted to lay down and rest to see if the pain would pass……this was short-lived. Respecting his wishes, ProTeGe family let him rest but returned back to his room when they discovered him laying on the floor not-responding. Five minutes after his worried family left him to be alone, ProTéGé-- staggered from his bed, leaned over the sink, and vomited so hard that he blacked out and hit the floor. The impact from his body bouncing off of the cold tile floor was so loud that his family thought the house was crumbling and came rushing to his room to find him laying there motionless. Screaming his name out, and trying to help ProTéGé-- stand up, he eventually came around but was so weak he could hardly talk, but had enough energy to tell his family to take him to the hospital. Not thinking twice, his family piled into their vehicle, and rushed to the nearest hospital they could find. Once there, they demanded to see a doctor immediately in hopes to get their loved one corrected. Nurses rushed into the emergency room, put ProTéGé-- on a stretcher, and wheeled him into the observation room for a series of tests to find out the exact c