It's was March 27,2021 when I received a call from the University Hospital that there's is an emergency and that I needed to come in. My brother was admitted there for two days so In the back of mind they need some paper worked signed for an urgent surgery,maybe a transplant or something...
Living in the rural area of St Andrew to get to the hospital on a regular basis that's like 45 mins to an hour..that day it took us 15 minutes...
Upon reaching I felt like I was suffocating, I was told I had to wait until I was called seeing the COVID protocols and stuff.
When the doctor finally called me walking in the isles and going up the stairs body fell numb,I couldn't hear,I was just a shell.
I was called to a room still optimistic, she was there explaining my brother's illness(of which he was healthy) I listened and the questionnaire I am
I asked a lot of questions and she answered every one..
Then there was silence...
"Miss Litchmore I'm sorry to inform you but at 11am
Today Mr Mcbean died"
I could hear my heart pounding,my mouth went completely dry,my tongue was tied........All that came out after about 1 minute of processing was a loud scream...
Nurses came running,security,porters....I fell to the ground and then there came the tears...
"How am I gonna tell my mom?"
"I'm his only sister why me?"
"God why?!"
"Fuck!"
"We just lost our grand dad!"
"He came here healthy!!"
These were just a few of the things I screamed.
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