Big Mistake 2

For My Brother

"You're my number one person... you know things about me that no one else knows about, not even Malcolm. We've been through the best, and the worst, and it's not even because we grew up together in one household. You're the best friend a sister could have ever asked for, and so much more." -Paris Vaughn-Stewart

Ironic plain white walls, vexatious beeping noises of running machines, vile cold ventilation flowing through the tight room of the hospital was enough to keep everyone standing inside awake. 

The one they were watching and waiting to receive a report on was that of Paris.  Paris's mind went blank once Isaac informed his baby sister of his condition, which resulted in her passing out onto the hospital floor.

She was struck in her own absent mind that was now filled with that of her brother's ill, possibly fatal condition.  She wasn't able to process it long enough, ponder on deep enough, and even fathom wise enough on why, when, and more so how.

Malcolm was in more shock than he could have ever been.  Here he was trying to keep those who was threatening his life, kids, and marriage, and now his best friend is riding the waves of his own health conditions. 

Only one could ever think of what to do next in a situation such as theirs, but they all were halted in the crazed moment, questioning with 'Whys' and 'Hows'.  Isaac nearly laid down and died years ago, and now the ill cancerous disease was back once again, wreaking havoc on his life and marriage.

Arielle was sticking by her husband the best and only way she knew how to, and of course the best known way she had been doing for the entire duration of their marriage.  Even though she brought the baggage of multiple partners in her past, two different baby fathers, and also two other failed marriages by the age of twenty-five, Isaac stuck by her side and never let go.

Getting into a relationship with Arielle was maybe the best outcome of coming out of having the cancerous disease, even if she did come with two kids who were spoiled to the moon and all the way back. 

Even after discovering they were unable to have children after an unfair car accident three months after having her second child, Isaac still stuck around and helped Arielle and her two kids with what they wanted, and also needed.

"She's so pretty when she's asleep," Jules speaks over her best friend's unconscious body.  She runs her fingertips over Paris's softly laid edges, pushing her hair back out of her face.

Jules sniffs and bats back the tears forming in her eyes.  Her best friend had been through way too much to still be in the same position she was placed in years ago.  And with her older brother being back in the same predicament he was in years ago as well, Jules felt her heart swell up and puncture the wall on the left side of her chest.

Malcolm looks up at Jules and back over to his sleeping wife.  Her pouty lips, plush cheeks, restless bags laying under her eyes, the visible wrinkles in her forehead, and her relaxed chin all gave away the signs of a woman in distress.

Malcolm had decided to lay in bed next to his wife while she slept away, rubbing circles over every place of her face-- his favorite places that tickled Paris with joy, gushing her very mood happily.  He always loved to see his family in a joyful mood.  Life was too short to waste, and he didn't wanna start wasting it at every given moment that wasn't supposed to be given.

Jules sighs and takes her place back onto the hard, leathery green couch in the corner of the room.  She was sitting in between Octavia and Latavia.  Eric and Meredith hurried Octavia to the hospital once the news was delivered by their son, and they had decided to relay the message to everyone: Angel, August, Triston, Milianna, Kendrick, David, Piera, and Luke, along with their two sons.