Come find me | Luke Hemmings

Thirty Five: Option 4

"I want to see him!" I yelled at the nurse

"I'm sorry but now it's not possible, I need you to answer my question" her voice was sweet. I frown my forehead, I totally forgot what she asked me "Is your brother a donor? Time is very precious right now and there's so many lives he can save"

I sit down and hold my face with both of my hands. Do I really want doctors opening my brother and taking all his stuff out of him, leaving him empty? I mean, yes its a beautiful gesture and everything but can I bare with the fact that there'll be people walking around with pieces of my dead brother?

"I-I don't know" and I really don't. "Can you wait until my parents get here?"

"Time is passing, each wasted minute can cost the viability of the organ because of the state of the body"

I feel nauseated

"Please don't talk like my brother is a bag of meat ready to be sliced" I look down

"I'm sorry" she sighs "I see what I can do" she walks away and I check my phone again

I called mom as soon as I left the apartment and hopped on a cab to Newark. She doesn't know Andrew is dead, she knows he's been on an accident and thats it. I couldn't bring myself to tell her over the phone. Maybe thats because part of me doesn't want to believe he's really gone.

My shaky hands rest on my lap, aching to touch my brother's skin again. I close my eyes and lean my head back against the white wall, I picture his face in my memory. How can he be dead? I can still hear his laughter, his voice calling me shortie. I feel so shitty and selfish, I knew Karev was a dangerous man but I still kept myself close to him. Its my fault Andrew's dead.

Mom and Dad will get here any second, they hopped on the company's helicopter an hour ago. My head is drunk by rage and sadness, my phone rings.

Karev

"Hi Little Girl" he says, mocking me "I hope you got my message"

"You son of a bitch" I clench my jaw "He had nothing to do with it"

"I warned you, Alaska" his voice is serious "I told you what would happen if you leave" he laughs "I hope Taylor is having a nice time in Sydney, do you know I have a cousin there?"

"You wouldn't dare" my voice fades away

"Oh, I would"

"She's carrying a child! Don't you have a bit of humanity inside you?!"

"Just come home, scary kitty" a shiver runs through my back "By the way, Merry Christmas" he hangs up

I burst into tears. My dumb hobby cost my brother's life. I can't have anyone else dying or getting hurt.

I year high heels echoing through the hallway, its mom. I stand up and her body freezes when she looks at me

"No, no no no no no" she reads my crying face "No, its not happening"

I squeeze my eyes shut then open them to look at Dad. He's holding mom by her waist, his eyes make the question and I nod. Mom's body loses its strength and she drops onto the floor.

"No!" She shouts "Not my boy!"

Its my fault they lost their son and I lost my brother. Its all on me, on my stupid being.

The sobs break out of my body even louder when I look to my mom's body on the floor leaning against the wall, crying over her dead baby boy. Dad strokers her hair and holds her tight, he cries too but he's far too used with death, he sees it every day in his hospital. I think he's holding up with the best he can for mom's sake, she needs a rock, someone to rely right now.