Fabricated Memories

Death And Hope

"You never get over it. You'll just get to a point where it doesn't bother you so much."

SPES
0700 Hours
July 12, 2307
Silvia Medical Hospital
Silvia

"DEAD ON THE SPOT."

I glance at the grim look on my brothers' faces when we talked to the doctor who handled kuya Elvin.

The doctor continued, "A single stab right in the heart..."

"Can I see him?" I gently cut the doctor who was blabbing about dozens of medical terms I can't even grasp because he talks too fast.

"Erm... Uh he's still at the morgue and not yet uh..."

I didn't wait for the doctor to finish his babbling. I immediately walked towards the morgue. There are six beds(three on the left, three on the right) with dead bodies over them that are covered in white blanket. I sniffed the air to get a whiff where my brother is lying. I approached the second to the last bed on the left and I carefully lifted the blanket.

Just then, I felt kuya Eliot and Elric coming. I waited a bit for them to be able to stand beside me.

"The doctor's lying." I whispered.

"Yeah. He is. Talks too fast, says too many unnecessary terms." Kuya Eliot nodded.

Kuya Elric removed the blanket completely and it exposed my lifeless brother.

Silence.

He was alive. I take a deep breath which I instantly regret because I got a lungful of dead stench.

Anyway, kuya Elvin was wearing a white coat and black collared shirt the left side was drenched in blood. Someone must have closed his eyes because it's visible in the frozen tenseness of his muscles that the killer took him by surprise with that attack.

"Something's wrong." I say quietly.

My brothers throwed me a questioning glance. So I said, "The doctor said that the stab was right in the heart. But it was not."

I pointed at the wound, "This is not where the heart is. That's the left major artery where we feel the pulse. The heart is in the middle. The killer didn't stab the heart. Just the artery."

"And a doctor should know the difference." Kuya Eliot said while nodding at me.

"That was not even mentioned in his ramblings earlier." Kuya Elric told us.

"This is done by a pure silver knife." I pointed again at the wound after we managed to roll up his shirt to observe it closely. "There are sear marks and burnt flesh around it. Even the chest hairs were singed."

"Right. And Elvin didn't have the time to defend himself." Kuya Eliot ran a hand on kuya Elvin's rumpled hair.

Footsteps.

"Someone's coming." I whispered softly.

I stared at kuya Elvin's face and let the part of me, who deeply mourns for my brother, surface. No more late night drives with him. No more trips to the shooting ranges. No more helping him to make plates. No more chocolate bars every friday. No more kuya Elvin.

I didn't notice that I am crying until I saw it dropping on kuya Elvin's bed. Instantly kuya Eliot's arm landed on my shoulder and hugged me. I felt kuya Elric walked away from us to meet those who are approaching.

I catch few words on their conversation. Kuya Elric was telling them to give us more moment because I was breaking down and they need to wait for me to calm down first before we head out. Then the people(I catch two: a man and a woman) he's talking to reasoned that they need to run autopsies and such.