FORBIDDEN TIES {My brother's best friend}

Chapter 43

I almost felt like I couldn't breathe at all when he was immediately rushed into the emergency ward.

What the hell... why? Why is he being taken there? Was it that serious?

More tears rolled down my cheeks as I tried to comprehend what had just happened.

Why the hell did Reggie touch him at all? I frowned, the anger boiling inside me as I thought about the senseless violence my brother had inflicted on Cyrus.

Reggie and Ezra stood nearby, their faces etched with tension. The cold sterility of the hospital only amplified the surreal horror of the situation.

I glared at Reggie, my voice shaking with fury. "What were you thinking? He was already sick!"

Reggie's face was pale, but he didn't meet my eyes. "I... I didn't know it was that bad."

"That doesn't excuse it!" I shouted, my voice echoing in the hospital corridor. "He could die because of you!"

Ezra stepped forward, placing a hand on my shoulder, but I shrugged it off. "Don't touch me! This is your fault too. You should have stopped him."

The weight of the situation pressed down on me, making it hard to breathe. I sank into a chair, burying my face in my hands as the tears continued to flow.

I hated having four brothers, I hated it too much. If only Blue and Grey could be my only brothers, maybe this wouldn't have happened at all.

"Lena," Ezra called, walking towards me.

I looked up at him, my eyes red and puffy from crying.

"I'm so sorry for my anger, for..." he trailed off. "For laying my hands on you, for telling you the truth. I should be more focused on Eva because she needs me the most, and I'm sorry for not stopping Reggie. I was so consumed by my anger. I thought I was trying to be a good brother, not knowing I was making everything worse. It hurts me that Cyrus is in there right now. And I would do anything to make sure he was alright. I get he betrayed me by being with you, but I still love him as my best friend," he said, but my mind was too clouded with anger.

I wasn't happy with them at all.

"I get you're really angry and I'll give you the space you deserve, but just know that I'm seriously sorry," he said and then walked away.

I watched him go, my heart heavy with anger and sadness. The only thing that mattered now was Cyrus's health. I just hoped he would pull through.

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It felt like I was sitting here for days. I was so scared... What if something happens to him? What if he becomes more sick...

Then it would be all my fault. I should have stayed away from him for real. Maybe he would have been in a better condition.

"You should eat," Ezra said, passing me some food.

"No," I said, turning my gaze to another place.

I couldn't even think about food right now. My mind was consumed with worry and regret. All I wanted was for Cyrus to be okay.

Ezra sighed, placing the food on the chair beside me. "Lena, starving yourself won't help him."

I didn't respond, my eyes fixed on the double doors of the emergency ward. Every time they swung open, my heart leaped, hoping it would be a doctor with good news.

Minutes felt like hours as I sat there, replaying everything in my mind. Why did it have to come to this? Why couldn't we just have some peace?

Just as I was about to spiral further into my thoughts, a doctor walked out of the ward, his expression unreadable. I stood up immediately, my legs feeling like they might give way.