Luke is just waking up now. He's been out for about 17 hours. The doctors said that he had woken up on the way to the emergency room. He probably doesn't know what is going on.
He starts groaning through the breathing mask they put on him. I'm sitting in the chair next to his bed, holding his hand.
"Luke, don't worry. Everything will be alright," I say.
His eyes start opening but then start closing again. My own brother is dying right in front of me. I can't give up hope. Then I say something I thought I would never say.
"Luke, don't be afraid. You can let go," I say, "We'll see you again soon, mom will probably before me, but I'll come soon."
Beep, beep, beep.
I start crying. I don't want him to die. I kiss his forehead.
Beep.... Beep..... Beep....
Somethings wrong, I call for assistance. They come in immediately. With my mom behind them.
They ask us to leave.
As we walk down the hallway I still here the faint beep........ Beep........ Beep........
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Hopeless | COMPLETED
Short Story***RATED PG*** "Mom! You can't do this to him! He doesn't deserve to die! He's only 15!" I hear Lilly say from behind the door. "We can't save him! The doctors said he only has 2 months to live and we can't afford the treatment. It has spread to his...
