Transformation {Completed}

Chapter 23

Continuation of the flashback~

I am trying to locate his car with the tracking app on my phone when a notification pops up. Just as I'm about to swipe it off the screen, I spot a name, it's Sam's name! I open the Tweet and literally freeze for a moment.

"I guess... I found him !?" I say while frowning at the phone screen infront of me.

"What? Really?"

"Where is he?"

"How did you find him?"

"Is he alright?"

And I am being bombarded with lots of questions.
"This message pops up out of no where, and gives me Sam's current location. He... he's in the Bellevue Hospital. H-he was involved in a car accident." I can't help but tear up.

"What? Oh God! Not again!" Mr. Swift says as he helplessly falls down on his knees.

"Dad, Kris ; come on! This is not the time to break down. Let's go there.
Sam needs us. We need him. Come on get up Dad!
Kris, come on!" Mark says as he forces his father to get up while giving me a look that makes me want to suck back every tear drop that has left my eyes.

I wipe off my tears and nod . I really appreciate his initiative. He can be all matured and understanding when needed. I guess that's the life he has had to live all these years.

We head to the hospital.

And now we are here engulfed with chaos.

Soon the doctor comes out of the operation theatre. He looks down and mumbles three words. His action is enough to fill the hallway with silence.

Mark is the first one to break the deafening silence.
"What do you mean, you are sorry? How is Sam? Tell us, tell us that he is alright. Please doctor... I-I beg you-- tell us that he.. he is fine.. please doctor.. please.."

"Please calm down! Try to understand the situation. The patient already had a head injury in the past and it was likely to have another one, it's known as the Second Impact Syndrome, which is generally fatal. Something similar happened in this case. I am really sorry for your loss." The doctor tries to explain.

My surrounding starts to spin, Mark's yellings and gasps of others, starts to fade away. My head is pounding and my heart is palpitating as if it is preparing for an explosion.

My lungs feel like it is drowning in water, cutting off my air supply. I can't breath, can't process anything I am hearing, it's just so suffocating.

Goosebumps prickle my skin as a cold shiver spreads throughout my body. I blink back a waterfall of tears. Suddenly I loose my balance and end up taking the support of the wall. I start slipping until I am siting on the ground with my back against the wall. I feel like a part of me is also dying.

I am snapped out, by a screeching sound of the chairs. Mr. Swift suddenly stands up and rushes out.
   
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"I know, you did this!" Mr. Swift growls at his brother.

"Dav, for the billionth time, why will I kill my own nephew?" Mr. Edwin yells back at him.

"Don't f**king lie! You planned everything! You skillfully murdered my son! You knew his weakness! You kill-" Before Mr. Swift can complete the sentence, a punch is thrown towards him. His brother punches him, square in the face.

"I might not be an ideal brother but I am not that heartless to take a life, that too of my very own nephew!" Mr. Edwin says softly.

Rubbing his now bloody nose, Mr. Swift speaks "Why him? Why did he always have to take all the hardship? Why?"
Mr. Edwin hugs him. He needs it. Mr. Swift is really hurt and he needs the comfort. We all do. Mark saved me from going insane. We cried on each others arms. I just met Sam and here I am feeling this way, I can't even imagine how Mark and Mr. Swift are feeling.

"How I am loving this scene! Finally! Finally everyone is grieving while I am celebrating your loss. David, I felt the same pain when I lost Helen. I also-"

"You didn't loss her you piece of sh*t, you killed her!" Mr. Swift interrupts the person standing by the door.

"Uncle Brent? What are you doing here?" I ask him, totally confused at his presence.
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