Hard Life

Hoslital

I rush to Logan's side and get him out of the road before another car could hit him. Just looking at him I can tell he's badly injured. I try my best to hold back my tears as I lay him down on the sidewalk. As I sit down close to him I place his head upon my lap despite my bleeding knee. "I...I-I'm s....s-sorry L...L-Lilly," Logan stutters out before his body goes limp and his eyes close. I scream out load and my tears seem to flow.

This can't be happening. My tears drip onto his face making it look like he's crying too. This is all my fault. I don't move for a long while. I hear sirens going off in the distance. Did someone call for them or are they going somewhere else? I watch as the colors for the giant vehicles light up the buildings around me and come to a stop a few feet away. No! They're going to take my brother away from me. I won't let them!

A police man slowly approaches me saying in a calm voice "Hey there... Are you alright?" Before he could get a foot close to me I scream a blood boiling scream to keep him at a distance. My tears still hitting Logan's face. Another police man approaches and instantly grabs me I struggle to get away and scream even loader. His grip is tight around my arms as the paramedics get a gurney out the place him upon it. He lets me go once Logan is about to be placed in the ambulance.

I suddenly stop screaming once the police man releases me. I quickly look at that police man aggravated when I notice a familiar police man. I quickly relies my tears have stopped. I've seen him a few years ago, I think in the town over. This isn't good. First my brother is hit by a car and now I'll be sent to an orphanage alone. Isn't there anything for me to look forward to?

The police man that held me down is now holding out his hand to me. No point in fighting now. I slowly place my hand on his, and he takes me to his cop car. Once I'm sat down inside that police man leaves. I look around at my surroundings and just take it all in. Out of nowhere the familiar police man walks up to me and kneels down, "Lilly? Is that you?" I nod and look at the ground. "I'm glad to see you're safe," he coos and places a hand on my head.

"So what happened here?" Another police man askes. I'm not going to lie because apparently that's a felony. "These two big men with the names of Little Man and Big Man were messing with my brother. I hid behind some boxes so they didn't know I was there. Once things started to escalate, I knew I had to leave. But on my attempt to escape I tripped on a wooden beam and got myself caught. Even from afar these two weren't too pleasant but up close these two were terrifying. Big Man and Little Man were already mad because of my brother for some reason, so Big Man and Little Man threw me into the street. Before I got hit by the car Logan pushed me out of the way just in time."

The police men were amazed. They couldn't believe that Logan saved me in the end. Although it was expected because he was supposed to be the one to save me. "Thank you Lilly," the familiar police man said. I heard the ambulance back doors close and take off. A man rushed toward me once it left.

"The boy's condition is really bad. I don't think he'll make it. He has three broken ribs, many scared up and down his body. They said they were doing their best to keep him alive. We are just amazed he's survived this long," the man told the officer. I guess I wasn't supposed to hear that because now I'm scared to lose my brother.

I put my face in my hands and started to cry more. This is all my fault. If only I stayed home. I wish I had my old life back so mom and dad could hold me tight. Please someone hold me. I want this nightmare to be over. The police man saw me crying and wrapped his arms around me but it still wasn't enough. I wanted my brother.

After a while of crying I pass out. I dream of a happier place. I dream of having my life the way it was supposed to be, my family hanging out, everyone smiling, and no sign of death anywhere. I just wish it was real.

I awoke in a hospital room the next morning. I take in my surrounding then realize that someone had placed me in this place in this uncomfortable bed. I slowly crawl out of this bed and walk to the curtain that divided the room. Who could be on the other side? As I slid it open the sun blinded me for a good minute before my eyes readjusted.

Logan was laying in the bed. He had a breathing mask over his nose and mouth. He had a scrape on his forehead and some gauze taped to his cheek. His arms were laying out of the blanket that went up to his upper chest revealing the hospital cloths. I suddenly notice the I.V. in his arm. Most of his arms were wrapped up with bandages. On one of his index fingers he had this device that told the doctors his heart rate. Just standing here looking at him is breath taking. I can't help think that if it wasn't for him, that would had been me.

I step closer to him and place my hand on his clean cheek and smile. His face was pretty warm. It filled me with joy that he was alive. I heard the door open behind me and I spun around fast to see who it was. "Is this a good time?" a nurse asked. I gave her a concerned look and nodded, "It is. Please, I wish to know his condition." The nurse walked past me and stood on the other side of him and did the normal checkups on the machines. She even took down the almost empty liquid bag and hooked it up quickly. While she did this I looked at her wanting to hear my request be answered.

"If he doesn't wake in a week, we will be forced to take him off life support. Other than that he has three broken ribs, a few broken toes, and the bone in his left wrist is shattered but fixable. He got lucky that the tires didn't hit his head." The nurse spoke as she continued working.

I really hope that he doesn't get taken off of life support. He's all the family I have left. Suddenly I feel really sleepy. "But I just woke up," I tell myself. I yawn and walk back to the bed I woke up in. I guess this is what happens when you've had quite a few crazy days. Either that or it's the information I just gained.

I drift back to sleep looking at Logan. If I can imagine him without that breathing mask, he looks peaceful. I beg of you Logan, wake up before the week is out. Please don't leave me alone here. I wish to be with you until my very last breath. I would literally die every year when I go to see mom and dad's grave alone, don't make it harder on me when I go to see yours. Please just stay with me to see our lives get better.