creѕтғallen ➬ g.∂ {editing}

0.8

"Amanda, stop trying to remember the number to my IPhone already. Hurry up and go inside, you don't need to see this." The lady with her daughter were fussing about something I couldn't quiet focus on.

I remember hearing her daughters voice asking for a number right when I was trying to call the police.

"Ethan!" Grayson sobs louder as the paramedics bring in Ethan's unconscious body.

"Hey, can we ride with you to the hospital? This is his brother, but I need to stay with him since he's deaf," I Indicated before they can tell me "Family only."

"Alright, hop in, quick. We have to hurry up and drive him to the hospital; he's gonna go into a seizure soon due to the damage that impacted his brain," the doctor sums up for us, well me.

Grayson's currently sobbing as his body is in fetus position on the bench in the ambulance.

The ambulance drives at a fast speed, the siren going off loudly as a few bumps are met every now and then from the roads not being constructed on yet.

"We're here, luckily you guys weren't that far from a hospital," the paramedic jokes as he picks up the carrier which Ethan lies on.

I tap Grayson's shoulder, alerting him about the stop, and that we'd have to go inside the hospital with Ethan. Grayson nods as he wipes his eyes with his sleeves. His sleeve wet with tears, becoming darker than it's normal color. The redness on his eyelids growing more prominent and his lips becoming chapped.

"It's gonna be okay?" I announce, staring at him as he nods his head assuring me that he knows.

"Okay, we're taking him to the 4th floor, he's gonna go with the other patients that have dealt with brain damage; he's gonna get extra assistance though, for he's dealt which much more pain, and can have much more serious outcomes if not treated quickly. Go to the front seat, sign the papers, and you can head to the 4th floor. We'll see you there," the paramedic smiles at me as the doctor leads the way to the 4th floor.

Me and Grayson head to the main desk, telling the lady everything she needs to know and signing a few papers before getting the queue to head upstairs.

"Name of the patient please," the lady at the front desk upstairs asks.

"E-Ethan Dolan," Grayson mumbles.

"Sir, you'd have to spe-"

"Ma'am, he's deaf. He said Ethan Dolan," I nod, as she types in the information I give her.

"Fourth fl-"

"Thank you," I smile.

She rolls her eyes at my rude manner, but I'm in a rush and this is much more serious situation, and to be more specific, I wouldn't want things to get incongruous. The waiting area was quiet and my yelling wouldn't be needed.

As I take the next available elevator, I hit the fourth floor and ride up. Grayson grabs my hand, inhaling much more heavier than before.

"No need to be nervous," I assure him as I grab his face so he knows I'm speaking to him.

"O-okay," he speaks, his voice low and shaky.

He sounds as if he's not sure about what to say, it's like he's afraid of his voice. Like his words clumsily tumble off the edge of his tongue.

Clumsy little words. Just like Grayson himself.

As we hurried to get to Room 37 C, the paramedic catches us wandering around looking for it.

"This way, you two," he lightens the sad mood up with his cherry voice.

This guy is a great paramedic, he cheers up people at the worst moments, and he never fails. He does it so simply, he doesn't even try hard. Just with a sparkle in his eye, and a wide smile.

We enter room 37 C, Grayson immediately running to Ethan's side.

"Wait, we need to discuss some things," the doctor states, as she gestures for Grayson to get back up from the chair beside Ethan.

"Okay, so Ethan is in a pretty bad state. His brain has taken a ton of damage, and there's a chance he can be in a coma, and wake up to have amnesia-" Grayson drops to the floor, holding his head in his hands. Low sobs escaping his mouth, "or he can wake up between an hour or so or tommorow, and have bad headaches, and he may die with anything else that impacts his head, whether it's soft or not. His brain was damaged badly, and he could be lucky if he doesn't just die now due to how bad his brain is swelling up," the doctor sighs, as she hands us some paperwork.

"So, he can be lucky and not die, and survive and be perfectly fi-"

"He's gonna be in a coma, Langster, no other exceptions," another doctor states.

"Wait so everything else you said can't happen? He's just gonna be in a coma?" I ask confused, my voice slightly higher at the sudden news.

"Well at least everything negative that I stated isn't happening. There's a 17% chance. He's a lucky guy. But yes, he'll be in a coma. It can last from a week, 2-4. If he's in a persistent vegetative state it may last for years. People sometimes never wake up from a coma though, you just have to have hope, pray," the doctor states.

"Alright, we'll be going home. I need to get his brother home; his brothers deaf and I want to let him get some rest," I reply.

"Alright, you can call me, my number is on the paper I gave you, call if anything, any questions. And do you want an appointment for him. We have programs for people like him. We also have a very good doctor who may even fix his problem."

"What?! You mean fix his problem by having him be able to hear?" I ask perplexed.

"Yes, ma'am. Just sign this," the doctor hands me another sheet of paper from her drawer, " this sheet right here, and Ms.Venda's number is right on the bottom of that sheet. I'll tell her about you, and if you want to follow up on that offer then you can bring him to her tommorow," she smiles.

"Alright, thank you," I wave, as I walk out of the room and towards the elevator. Grayson gets up off the floor and follows along, his head hung low.

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"Grayson I got you an appointment for the Doctor. The Doctor will help you with your hearing. Said there's a chance you can hear again," I smile, as he slowly sums up what I just said.

His eyebrows furrow.

"I don't want to go, she won't be able to help me, and plus this'll probably be one of the people who want millions for a fraud," he mumbles.

"It's worth checking it out," I try to persuade him.

"Grace! I don't want to go, I'd rather cut my ears off; shit, that's how I feel now, I can't hear nothing but silence; it's like being punished. I'm used to it though, ever since my father died, my uncle always blamed me for it. Said I was the horrible twin and that Ethan's better than me. He used to beat me, and hurt me mentally. He even wished that I'd die. He always judged me, and ruined everything for me. He dehumanized me Grace. Life just wasn't fair for me at first. I was able to hear all the insults, threats. I was wishing I was deaf, hell now I am. Wish came true huh," he laughs in pure sadness. He then frowns, "I don't even know why you're with me. I deserve everything I get. Ethan, I don't know, I wish I took his place. After all, Ethan is better than me. I'm just his shadow that roams around and waits for the moment where he won't need me anymore to be his fuck up."

Hearing him say this hurt. I don't know how to feel, I just want to cry, but I don't want him to feel even worse; he hates when I cry, and I don't want anymore blame going into his mind. He's just hurt, and doesn't know what to think.

I don't care what he says, but I'm going to try anything and everything to make his life better, hell, he's going to that appointment whether he likes it or not.