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1.3

The doctors ended up taking Grayson to an empty room to calm him down. His sobs wouldn't stop, and he was hyperventilating; if he hadn't stopped crying, he could've hyperventilated due to the small amount of breathing he was doing.

Hyperventilation is a condition in which you start to breathe very fast. Healthy breathing occurs with a healthy balance between breathing in oxygen and breathing out carbon dioxide. You upset this balance when you hyperventilate by exhaling more than you inhale.

"You're Gracie right?" The Doctor who took Grayson to a room to calm down, asked me.

"Yes? Why?" I replied.

"Well we don't wanna tell Grayson till he calms down yet, but we found out the cause of Ethan's death; as we all know, when Ethan got hit by that car, his ribs were fractured. Everyone knows that the ribs are extremely close to the heart, so these fractured ribs must've collided with his heart after an untreated amount of time. Therefore, his heart might've met with the fractured ribs, causing excess bleeding. This problem was unknown until the blood had traveled from his heart and to his throat. By the time the doctors had gotten into the room to check him out, his heart had slowed and had abruptly stopped. This heart condition may have caused his raspy voice and weakness in his bones. This could've also tied back to the amount of complaints we've gotten about his chest hurting."

"Well why didn't the doctors test him again to check for any other signs he could've gotten from that accident?! Why hadn't you given him more attention due to his weak state?! Why had you just let him be, let him be that ticking time bomb that sooner or later was gonna go off?!" I spat, my throat becoming dry.

I can't believe they just threw those signs Ethan had given, out the window. Why hadn't they had a doctor check up on him, instead of letting him sit in that room. The doctors even told him he was gonna go home!

"You let my son DIE!!!" a man screams.

When I turn around, all I see is a man who has to be in his late 40's. This man whom was now running his hand over his face in frustration, averted his eyes behind me.

"Jake, Stop, don't draw any more attention, please," Grayson verbalized.

"No! This is complete bullshit! You can't just say you did your job. He gave you signs! He asked for help! My son was a fighter, and an independent child! He's always been that way, but for him to give you signs and you not to do shit about it IS BULLSHIT!" Grayson's uncle blurted.

"Mr. Look we're completely sorry, these signs were unknown unt-" the doctor is cut off.

"You know damn well he was in pain. You drowned him in meds that didn't help. You gave him hope when he was told he was going home. You lied, you lied to his face. The signs he was giving you and the state he was in wasn't any state for him to be passed as okay. You know damn well that he wasn't going home." The doctor tried to speak, but Grayson's uncle cuts her off again, "you know what, I don't even wanna hear it. I'm suing you and I'm getting my money. Maybe next time you'll know what you should do instead of sitting on ur ass."

It pained me to just see this conversation end with money. If it were me, I wouldn't sue them, maybe I'll just report their horrible assistance. I mean, basically all of this was just for money. And this so called Uncle was the same guy Grayson told me about. The one who lowered his self esteem. The one who called Ethan his son. The man who dehumanized this innocent human being. The man who came here just for the money?!!!

"All of this was for the money huh?! You're not even our father! You're just some piece of shit that cares for himself. I know you d-don't care about Ethan's death," Grayson snapped; His face turning red.