Brothers

Chapter 17-Carry On

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::Jason McCann::

I heard my phone ring on the night stand. I picked it up quickly thinking it was Demi but I was mistaken. "Dr Kindheart?" I asked. Why would he be calling? Our appointment isn't untill next month. 

"Yes. Hello. Jason? I have some news for Justin. May I please talk to him. He won't pick up his phone." He said. i furrowed my eyebrows and looked around the small room and saw Justin's phone lying on the bed. Leave my little brother to forget his phone.

"He's not home and he left his phone here. What's wrong?" I asked. The pit of my stomach started hurting. Something's wrong. i could feel it. Something's bad is going to happen and I'm not going to like it.

"Uh I'm sorry Jason but Justin has a brain tumor and it's bigger then ever." He said.

"Wait didn't you remove it?" I asked.

"We did. But what we didn't see was the other brain tumor behind that one. Around the time when we did the surgery it was to small to see. But during his last visits we've seen this object appear in his brain x-rays. We really didn't think much of it." He said.

"So what you're telling me is that Justin's brain tumor is back!" I yelled into the phone.

"I'm sorry. Please bring him right away so we may try to save him. He doesn't have much time. " He said. I heard a car door slam.

I hung up the phone and looked out the window. I saw Justin's eyes glossy. He was holding onto the side of his head and he was walking strangely. No no no this isn't happening. Justin's fine. We'll get him to the doctor on time. He'll get another surgery and he'll be fine. He's going to live a long and happy life. He's perfectly fine. I know I'm repeating the same thing over and over again because I'm trying to convince myself he's fine.

I ran out the tour bus and saw him walking slowly. "Justin." My eyes glossed over. He looked pale and completely miserable. He looked weak and uncable of moving right now yet he manages to send me a smile.

"Jason." He said before he fell on his knees.

"No!" I yelled and ran towards him

I fell on my knees right in front of him. "Justin. Look at me." I told him. He just had his eyes half closed and half open. "Justin please." I kept shaking him.

While I shook him he felt all weak. "Justin don't do this. I'm suppose to take care of you. I'm your big brother. Please don't leave me!" By this time I was crying. He can't die. He's not suppose to die. Not here. We made so many plasn together. We were going to travel the world once the tour was over just him and me. "Justin please.You'll be fine ok? It's not that bad ok? You'll be as good as new. Justin! Hey hey listen to me." I was shaking him trying to keep his eyes open.  It wasnt working. 

"I'm going to tke care of you Jay. That's my job right? Take care of my pain-in-the-ass little brother." I smiled weakly while still moving him around. "Justin. Justin. Justin!" I yelled when he wasn't responding.

His eyes went shut and his limb body fell in my arm "No! No. No no no no no no." I brought his limp body towards me and hugged it. He's not dead. He's alive. I'm not letting him go. He's just sleeping. I started sobbing by this time. "Justin!" I yelled and clung onto his body. He can't do this to me. It's all my fault. I had one job and I failed. I was suppose to look after my brother. Take care of him and look after him. I failed my only job. My brother's dead and I couldn't do anything about it. 

Mom soon came out and screamed bloody murder and called 911. It was too late. He's gone.

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