TIME: Mark Tuan edition

Chapter 18

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It's been a six months months since they left. I graduated and have two jobs now. I'm an assistant physical therapist and a radio show host still.

I'm twenty-one now. Mark did what he said he would do. He sent me a present by mail joined by everyone else's.

He's twenty-one also- or twenty-two in Korea. I called him too. I couldn't ship a present though.

Those were probably the only times we've contacted each other. As for my friends, they have been training hard so I haven't been able to contact them. I hear they were split up into groups but switch off every now and then.

These were a lonely six months but I've learned to be more independent and responsible. Right now I'm at my radio job waiting for my airtime.

*knock knock*

I look up and see Eric walk in.

"Hey, what are you doing here? I'm about to go on air," I ask when he walks in.

"Your brother called. There's an emergency at home, you have to go," he tells me. I don't process anything further and grab my stuff and run out.

Questions fill my mind as I start the car and drive to my apartment. I sped home and quickly got into the elevator mumbling to myself in hope it would make it go faster.

When the doors slide open I run out and head to my door. I open it and run inside looking frantically for my brother.

"Hello?" I yell. My brother comes out of my room with a pale face. I don't ask anymore and run into my room and look for Miguel.

The three year old was choking in Audrey's arms.

"What the hell happened?" I ask running towards them.

"I don't know. He started to have trouble breathing while we started playing," she says almost in tears.

"Have you called 911?" I ask taking out my phone while looking at my brother?

"Yeah I called right after I called your work," he tells me.

"You should have called before!" I was stressed and sirens were heard downstairs. I rushed out of the room and opened the door right away. Minutes later a a paramedic caning running asking what had happened. My brother explained it as the man looked at Miguel.

"He's having a bad allergic reaction. I'm going to give him a shot to help him breath a bit. We will have to take him to the hospital," he tells us. He gives him the shot and air begins to reach his lungs. The paramedic talks into his walkie talkie and picks up Miguel. "We need to go now."

He heads to the already open elevator and we follow him.

"Is he going to be okay?" I ask.

"I believe so. We need to get him fully examined to be sure. Is there any allergies that he's strongly affected by?" He asks. The doors open and we head to the back of the truck and he carries Miguel in placing a mouthpiece to help him breathe.

"Not that I know of yet. This is the first time," I tell him.

"We have to go to the hospital now, who is going?" He asks. I don't even answer and hop into the truck.

"We'll follow and call mom and dad," my brother tells me. I nod and the doors closed. I look at Miguel as oxygen is being given to him. I hold his small hand and realize his eyes are tearing as he's scared of what's going on. The way I acted earlier did not help him calm down.