Storm

Prologue

The same white, blank halls greet me as soon as I step inside the building. The smell of death and sickness was everywhere, sadness slowly seeping into the families' faces and hearts, while words of sorrow spilled out of professionals mouths. The same people that couldn't save my brother.

I was pulled out of my reverie when I saw the blue bold letters hanging above my head that read "Intensive care". Looking around for room 237, I felt my hands sweating and a chill running down my spine, all the way to my toes, at the sight before my eyes that was now, more than ever, closest to reality than I realized.

Ethan, my brother is being completely held alive by the beeping machines everywhere in the room, tubes seemingly coming out of every corner.

My body had a mind of it's own, stopping right in my tracks without the ability to move. I was pushed aside by one of the doctors from the hall. He seemed to be in his early thirties, with short hair and brown, empty eyes. The doctor regarded me with a look full of pity, giving me time to compose myself and control the silent tears crossing my cheeks like a river.

"Miss, I believe you're his sister?" Dr. Adams, as the plate on his chest said, glanced at me skeptically, while retrieving the clipboard at the end of the bed.

It took a moment for me to register his question and I silently nodded my haid in his direction.

"The wounds and bruises on his back and chest area are healing nicely. The cut on his right arm will need some time to close though, and we'll take out the stitches from under his hairline in a few days." He briefly gazes up at me from under his glasses and takes a deep breath.

"While physically he's on the right path, I'm afraid there's no changes since the last time your mother visited. There's no activity coming from his brain and his organs have a hard time keeping up with the injuries." The furrow of his eyebrows make me clench my jaw.

"I want my brother to have the best treatment, whatever it takes, I don't care." From the corner of my eye, I notice a police officer occupying his original place.

"Miss Constantine, there's no-" He was cut off by my palm connecting with the open door.

"Anything that's gonna come out of your mouth, I am already aware of. I'm not going to say it again, so if you deem yourself incapable of doing it, I'll personally bring in another doctor." He looked taken aback by the finality in my voice, hoarse from keeping it silent for so long.

I take my phone out of my pocket and dial the only man I could trust with this.

"Sir, I need two of your best men on watch guard for me." Dr. Adams opens his mouth in protest, but a glare directed at him immediately closes it.

General, as we used to call him back on campus, noticed the urgency in my tone and didn't hesitate in doing what I asked.

My legs carry me towards the bed next to Ethan's unconscious body. My hand shoots up to grip his limp one and it instantly makes anger surge trough my veins.

"I'll make sure they never get to see the light of the day again, I promise."