It's been 2 months, 61 days since I have last heard my brother's voice, laugh, and seen his smile.
Laila is now 11 months.
Numbness, that's all I am emotionally capable of feeling.
Daniel took Laila away from me a few days ago, as I wouldn't do anything but sit by my big brother's limp body willing him to wake up.
There was no way that I would be able to cope with another loss if Hunter didn't make it. I got up and started pacing around the medium-sized hospital room. Running a hand through my hair, I reluctantly opened the door and walked out into the hall of the north wing of the ICU.
Not paying attention to my surroundings, I kept walking until I was out of the hospital. But even then I continued to walk even farther. At this point, I didn't even care where I was going. I just needed to get away for a while.
Walking down 5th Avenue, I saw the park that Hunter and I use to play at before we moved to Spain. I sat down on a swing and stared at the ground. It didn't take long before I started to cry. I just couldn't hold back the sadness and anger anymore. It just came flooding out like a flood made to wreck everything in its path.
All too soon, my sobs started to surface as I cried out in the agony only a sibling would feel for their loved ones.
" Harley?", I heard a male voice exclaim from a few feet away. Ignoring the voice I continued to let out my heartbroken sobs into the silent night not caring who heard.
Suddenly I was being lifted off of the swing and cradled into warm and strong arms.
" Shh, Harley", the voice whispered as the owner cradled me tighter to his chest. Grabbing a hold of what seemed to feel like a jacket, I put it in a death grip not wanting whoever this was to ever let go of me.
I was lifted bride style up into his arms. He carried me gently like if he dropped me I would break into a million shards. I shoved my face into his jacket trying to muffle my now loud cries.
A few minutes later, I heard the sound of a car door unlock and then felt leather under me. I struggled not fully capable of my body movements, I kicked my legs out and started to whimper.
" Shit!", the male voice hissed letting me know that my legs had made contact with his body.
" I'm sorry Harley", the voice whispered before I felt him plant a kiss on my forehead.
Then I felt a pinch and fell into a pit of darkness.
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