The DreamCatchers

T*W*O

When I get to the hospital I see his nurse. She grabs the medical records from my hand and is gone before I can blink. I take a seat in the waiting room and wait for his doctor to update me.

For three long hours I wait. Until finally I see a familiar face. His doctor. He approaches me with a solemn look on his face and I already know the news isn't good.

"Miss Summers, I'm afraid I bear bad knews. Mr. Summers has slipped into a coma. I'm afraid there's nothing we can do to get them out of it but wait. I'm so sorry. But I need you to fill out some care treatment forms, please follow me."

I simply nod. Taking in everything the doctors told me. He lead me to a small room with a lot of papers in it. He takes a while to shuffle through them when he finally hands me a stack about as this as the book Pride & Prejudice. I sigh, realizing that it's over. Knowing our luck he is never going to awaken from his coma. I doubt he will even survive the night. I fill out the forms. And visit my brother.

He looks so peaceful. But if you were to understand the complexity of his brain you would understand that he is not resting, he's not at peace. If you were to understand, you would understand that his brain still hasn't caught a break. He is still broken. As much as I tried to protect him from the big bad thing called life, it's still got inside of his head did it's magic and broke him.

I hate seeing him like this. I hate seeing the results of what I cannot protect, something that I cannot control. I hate it. Especially when you're only 17 years old and you see your brother who is only 20, broken and shattered into 1 million tiny pieces on the floor that no matter how much glue you can use its still ruined.

You see people like us, people who live out their lives in fear of what might happen next, not because we aren't used to it, not because we can't handle it, but because we are tired of it.